To take away one's worth,their role, who they are..
What right has he, has she, have they.
So one takes a stand, fights back, tries to remain strong.
Not for the meek or the weak of heart..it hurts,
Not the kind of hurt, like a scrape, or a break in the bones.
More like a hole, ragged like an open sore that needs to heal, but cannot.
Covered up with, but a thin sheath now, easily exposed, never healing.
Move on you say, but I cannot, for my wound is much larger now, larger than myself.
I cannot help myself anymore, that is why my only escape is the truth.