I’m angry.
Not the kind that shouts —
the kind that rises slow,
like heat under a closed door.
Because you don’t know me.
Not really.
Not after all this time,
not after everything I’ve given you
in poems,
in pictures,
in the quiet ways I tried to show love
without demanding anything back.
And yet here you are,
telling me things about myself
that aren’t mine.
Words I never said.
Intentions I never held.
Shadows you painted
and then insisted were my face.
It’s insulting.
It’s exhausting.
It’s unfair.
I gave you nothing but love —
soft, steady, honest.
And somehow you twisted that
into something unrecognizable,
something ugly,
something that has nothing to do with me.
So here it is:
I’m done carrying the weight
of who you imagine me to be.
If you want to speak about me,
learn who I actually am.
If you can’t do that,
then keep my name out of your stories.
I’m reclaiming myself.
And I’m not apologizing for it.
Now this is aimed at you ..
Stop manipulating me with you hate.
COMMENTS
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Adain
00:13 May 31 2026
I'll cease all contact with you on this site, and elsewhere. I think for the sake of our mental health, both yours and mine, that is absolutely for the best.
I'm not going to disagree with anything you said, who am I to tell you what you think of me.
I'll make this my last reply to you, here or anywhere.
Adain
00:54 May 31 2026
Ignore all of the above now - obvs x
It won't make sense to anyone reading it but who cares.
LadyDevra
06:09 May 31 2026
Lol