Before you call me crazy,
Know the words he whispered in the dark,
Venom laced with sweetened tones,
That left invisible marks.
“Are you not getting someone else?
Are you asexual?” he’d pry,
A restless soul in shadowed halls,
Yet in the light, a saintly guise.
He preached respect for mothers, daughters,
While tearing others’ pride apart,
Claiming love for his sister’s honor,
But crushing someone else’s heart.
“I want a dumb girl, one who obeys,
Your fire’s too fierce,” he’d jeer,
A mind unchained was his weakness,
A truth he’d smother in fear.
So, before you call me crazy,
Know the truths I had to see,
A man of masks and contradictions—
But I broke free, and now I’m me.
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