He trained me how to survive…in the only way he knew how.
But every technique and operation he taught me is useless to me now.
Because surviving isn’t the same as living…I survived him and now I have to live.
He said…my life was nothing…but I’m learning how to love and how to give.
To him, control and power was everything, weakness was found in tears and vulnerability.
You reap what you sow and only pain and rage follow that kind of mentality…
Through a child’s eyes…he was my hero and there’s nothing he could do wrong.
Now, as an adult…I see he was truly weak and selfish…he was all along.
I understand how a broken person can feel powerful when they break others down.
Real love will always overcome…to me it’s not about what I can take or who is important enough to wear a superficial crown.
I am imperfect, human, brave to wear my true colors.
I’m not him…I don’t break someone just to feel superior in seeing how one suffers.
Feelings and emotions, they’re natural and healthy and real.
No one has what I want, there’s nothing outside of me I would want to steal.
Judgement is another way to harm someone…when instead you have the opportunity to heal.
In time, the truth is always brought into the light, every dark secret to reveal.