Delusional
You used to call me delusional
You were tired of living in my
“reality”
Was I delusional when my chest burned
from the imprint of your hand?
Was I delusional when you screamed
inches from my face?
You called my truth
“rumors”
I call it
the reality I lived in.
You called me a
“liar”
I call it
the narrative unfiltered.
I used to be scared of you.
I used to question my reality.
Was I truly as forgetful
as you made me out to be?
No longer am I a victim
deprived of your love.
This was good!
very well written well done!