I told you what happened because you needed to know
I told you what happened because I needed to let it go
Over zealous attempts to protect me
Will not erase the past; these scars will not disappear
I’m still the person you knew
Yet you treat me like another
Don’t look at me differently
Don’t tread with trepidation
Don’t bristle at the words which sound crude and harsh
Because these are the words, these are the words of my past
But the question remains – as painful as it seems
Have my scars marred your view of me?
I told you what happened, because I thought you needed to know
I told you what happened, but I shouldn’t have done so
