Why was I so naive to try and befriend my eventual abusers?
Psychological violations were low-key
To my own brain and esteem
Shame on me, for only seeing their talent or their facades
No class ever taught me about gaslighting
Why was I so stupid thinking I could redeem them?
Saying sorry even for things that weren’t my fault
Became some kind of vicarious intent for these vampires
When I stood up on my own two feet
That’s where they wanted me to change my name to Billie Eilish (if she was relevant during those times, pardon the pun)
I might as well have been the son of Satan himself in their eyes
None of my peers went through what I went through
This arrested developmental was pure stealth in subterfuge
Hugging me while my back became a corporeal sheath to them
Those same parasites never had my consent when they got to my psyche
No AT Field was there to protect the cortex
Perpetual scapegoating…
Avoiding my judgmental glances…
It was a like those blizzard cyclones that plague New England even when those who control them flee to become a Northwesterner (Nor’Wester?)
I never saw agony in their beings. They might as well sing pop punk tunes and name a band after a Blink or Ataris ditty
#FirstWorldProblems is what their laments sound like
Stockholm got the better of my judgment and I never knew why
I’m sick of having to prove my worth, intelligence, and humanity to them, my own friends…
…and you.
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Ospreyshire's Realm 
You have nothing to prove to anyone. Just do you and don’t apologize for it.
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Thank you, Shelby. I wish I heard those words when I was a lot younger.
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I hear ya Curtis. I wish someone would have told me about the culture of white people and that we are spectators in their world.
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Thanks, Angela. Despite having a healthy relationship with both sides of my family, I do wish I learned about more of the subtle aspects of racism or the more obscure parts of history when I was a lot younger.
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Same here Curtis. I was incredibly naive when I was younger. I treated everyone with respect. Often I had problems understanding why some white people were so blatantly mean and hateful when I didn’t know them. But they thought they knew everything about me. If eyes could kill I’d be dead 100 times over from some of their stares. I mean they would just stare at me to make me uncomfortable. I was traumatized by them.
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It’s good that you can relate. I do my best to treat everyone with respect. To be honest, I have to actually try to be rude or insult others even when I’m angry. Now, I’m certainly no perfect person, but I do my best to be civil. In hindsight, I guess I expected too much by wanting everyone to treat me with the same kind of respect.
I can definitely relate to the staring issue you bring up because that’s happened to me before. If I did the same thing, then I know I’d be in trouble (they better be thankful that I struggle with eye contact from time to time).
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