Just Wait

You hurt me.
It happened, didn't it? It wasn't an illusion, wasn't a dream.
It was you, your hands, your body, your mind
Your mind raped me.
Your body was the tool used, but your mind did the damage
Carefully planning how to get the maximum benefit for the least effort
My pain and terror because you wanted it.
You arranged it,
Manipulated my life to get it.
I punished myself because you were golden,
So everything was my fault.. being touched, being raped, being alive to serve as a reminder of your weakness. All on me.
But think...
If every single thing I experienced as
a victim
was somehow my own doing,
Just wait until you see what I'm capable of as a
SURVIVOR.
Scares you, doesn't it?
It should.