(no subject)
I'm not blaming you.
I understood why you had to escape.
I understood why you left me behind.
I understood that you couldn't wait until I grew up.
I understood. And I obeyed. And I was a good kid.
But what I don't understand
is why I'm not allowed to talk about what happened to me in those years.
Why I'm not allowed to get it out of me and get over it?
And why I'm not allowed
to talk to the one man
who raised me as a father?