Feel free to tell everyone I'm the monster of your story. But please don't forget to mention which chapter you created me in. Tell them how I got into the world: not between flames and shadows, but between broken promises and silences that weighed more than screams.
Go ahead, paint me as the villain if that helps you sleep at night.
If you need me to be the bad guy to make your version lighter, do it.
Tell them how difficult I was, how I changed, how I became someone you didn't recognize anymore.
Tell the story that makes you look innocent and me look unbearable.
But please... don't skip the parts where my patience was tested.
Don't skip the nights I waited awake.
The times my feelings were met with a door.
The days when my voice existed but no one listened.
Don't forget the times I tried to explain myself calmly...
and i found myself in silence.
With sarcasm.
Guilty.
Don't forget how many times I chose peace over pride,
the understanding over reaction,
and love... about my own ego.
Because monsters aren't born out of nowhere.
They don't show up on an ordinary day with claws and darkness in their gaze.
Slowly getting built piece by piece.
With tears that no one dried.
With words that no one withdrew.
With hugs that never came.
With boundaries crossed so many times it wasn't even close anymore.
You didn't know me like that.
I didn't want to become this either.
But every time you made me feel small,
everytime you made me doubt my own madness,
every time you denied the damage while angrily pointing at mine...
you put a brick in this monster.
So yeah.
Tell your story.
Tell it how you want.
But if you're going to condemn me, at least have the courage to read also the chapters where I begged for love and only received scraps.
The chapters where I wasn't a monster yet...
just someone hurt who wanted to be seen.
If you need me to be the bad guy to make your version lighter, do it.
Tell them how difficult I was, how I changed, how I became someone you didn't recognize anymore.
Tell the story that makes you look innocent and me look unbearable.
But please... don't skip the parts where my patience was tested.
Don't skip the nights I waited awake.
The times my feelings were met with a door.
The days when my voice existed but no one listened.
Don't forget the times I tried to explain myself calmly...
and i found myself in silence.
With sarcasm.
Guilty.
Don't forget how many times I chose peace over pride,
the understanding over reaction,
and love... about my own ego.
Because monsters aren't born out of nowhere.
They don't show up on an ordinary day with claws and darkness in their gaze.
Slowly getting built piece by piece.
With tears that no one dried.
With words that no one withdrew.
With hugs that never came.
With boundaries crossed so many times it wasn't even close anymore.
You didn't know me like that.
I didn't want to become this either.
But every time you made me feel small,
everytime you made me doubt my own madness,
every time you denied the damage while angrily pointing at mine...
you put a brick in this monster.
So yeah.
Tell your story.
Tell it how you want.
But if you're going to condemn me, at least have the courage to read also the chapters where I begged for love and only received scraps.
The chapters where I wasn't a monster yet...
just someone hurt who wanted to be seen.
