My greatest mistake was obedience. Not the kind that comes from respect, but the kind that grows out of fear, the kind that wears the mask of loyalty while secretly rotting you from within.
I was too submissive. I swallowed my questions. I silenced my doubts. I trusted too much, too easily, too blindly. I let people lead me into cages and convinced myself I was safe because I chose not to resist.
But I was not safe. I was prey.
I gave without pause. I trusted without proof. I obeyed without thought. And people...hungry, selfish people took every piece of me they could reach. They used me. They abused me. And they smiled while they did it.
I thought saying yes would keep the peace. I thought silence was strength. I thought obedience meant love. What it really meant was surrender. What it really meant was that I handed them the rope, and they tied it tighter with every nod of my head.
Submission is not noble. It is permission for cruelty.
And cruelty thrives on silence.
I let them walk over me. I let them shape me into something small, something weak, something easy to consume. And the sickest part is that I believed I deserved it. That if I just obeyed harder, trusted more, gave more, eventually they would see me, appreciate me, love me.
But no one loves what they can devour without consequence. They only take more.
So they took.
They drained me until I was hollow. They left me with trust shattered like glass, with patience turned into scars. And when I finally broke free, when I clawed my way out of their grasp, I looked at the world with new eyes.
Now every smile looks sharp. Every kind word tastes like poison. Every hand outstretched feels like a trap. I no longer believe easily. I no longer submit. I no longer obey.
I question. I doubt. I fight.
Because I learned the truth the hardest way: people are abusers if you let them. They will use your silence as fuel. They will twist your trust into chains. They will take and take until there is nothing left of you but bones.
And I will never let that happen again.
The version of me that was submissive is dead. The version of me that trusted without question is buried. The version of me that obeyed is gone forever.
What rose from that grave is not soft. It is not patient. It is not obedient.
I am sharp now. Suspicious. Brutal with boundaries. I am anger forged into armor. I am pain sharpened into a blade.
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Defiance is my weapon.
And if the world dares to touch me again, it will not find prey.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEjw9PQryJK
It will not find silence.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qo0rlb87J
It will not find obedience.
It will find a storm with teeth.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSqc03L7bJ1
It will find fire with no mercy.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJqKDROFPE
It will find me.
And I will burn everything that tries to consume me.
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