People deny that I was hurt, they put me into a sanctuary of feral animals and watch me collect scars.

People deny that I was used, picking up the pieces and throwing it all out to tell me I was the problem all along.

People deny that I changed my ways, stuck in old beliefs which they cannot forget or forgive.

People deny about the rapes and assaults just to justify their free will and chatty and the fact they can acknowledge I had a hard past.

People deny every word that comes out of my mouth so they could steal the spotlight and ignore every act of forgiveness I make.

People deny the pain I’ve caused that went under the rug so they could favor the victims they called friends or the people who are blood connected to me.

People deny the way I try to look for attention and then call me a worthless whore just because I want to be loved.

People deny my cries of help when I am being put down by someone they prefer as their own hero only to turn out as an ass as they grew closer to him.

People deny and accuse me of attention seeking even as a little boy despite it was their fault of leaving me in the dark with Goonies and rapists yearning for my own happiness so they could groom my hair and lick my face as I have to live with the fact nobody will help me.

People deny as it’s in the blood to turn down mentally ill people who committed acts known or unknown, they have to learn to never forget my atrocities but acknowledge some people are better off seeking happiness without them invading their lives and take advantage of their pride as they continue to crave for attention (they think it’s good when they do it).

People deny the mistakes I made and make a sundae of things that should never been discussed or better off mentioned between me and my therapist because it’s “okay” when people yearn for chasity and fame, so much so they live and die s selfish person who just wanted to make the world a better place.

People deny because they can’t handle me. Leave everything I say publicly to the people who matter, you will remind silences unless you choose to acknowledge I have parted ways with the person I used to be. You may never forget and forgive, but playing the hero card is gonna make it harder for you to watch me distance myself from my old, blissfully ignorant nature.

Things got better, you just chose to not care, and I will gladly accept that! Don’t make it your entire personality otherwise…

Update: I am a hypocrite, hush you. Some people take time to reflect on their mistakes. Again, hush you, it’s my time to shine.