​”You are so sensitive”

“You are so sensitive” I remember they told me when I was three “You are so sensitive” when I was crying for my mommy

“You are so sensitive” I remember the told me when I was five “You are so sensitive” When I did not know how to surivive

“You are so sensitive” I remember they told me over and over again “You are so sensitive” When I was crying every now and then

And then I had enough I started to believe what they told me about me And I wanted to change I was to sensitive after all And I got rid of me to become one of you

So I changed

“I am too sensitive” I told myself when they made fun of me “I am too sensitive” So I laughed at the joke

“I am too sensitive” Until it was true And me became you

And then I met him He was proud and my self worth slim

And you see, when he told me “You are too sensitive” I believed him more than me

“I am too sensitive” When he took what was never his to take

“I am too sensitive” When he told me it was his right

“I am too sensitive” When his unwanted touch burned me

“I am too sensitive” When he laughed at my tears

“I am too sensitive” When I scrubbed at my skin To get rid of him

“I am too sensitive” When he made me bleed

“I am too sensitive” Until he decided he was done with me

And when he was gone and I realised Maybe it was never me Maybe I was never to sensitive Maybe he must have never done what he did

And when I tell the world now, what he did to me. They start to scream: “How could you not see?!”

I want to scream back I want to cry “It was you, you made the me die”