So naive of you to assume my darkness is less than your own, less of a mass, less of a presence, less of a threat.
I see your darkness. It bleeds onto your clothes, your skin, seeps into your blood. You spread it everywhere.
Sometimes people think they are fertilising weeds when they are poisoning a whole garden.
See, my darkness doesn't sit on my sleeve. I don't wear it on my clothes or let it ride on my skin. I don't flush it through my system.
My darkness sits in a locked box in my heart, guarded endlessly by the compassion I feel for you all. My darkness doesn't seep from my pores because I understand that if I let those toxins flow you all suffocate.
You look at me as though I am delicate, yet you do not know how big this box has become or how many demons it contains- you don't know how dark my darkness is.
You don't see the scars.. and honestly it is not because they aren't visible but because you do not want to see them- you prefer the fantasy of untouched beauty like everyone else.
So I face my darkness alone. I stare in contempt into the eyes of mine own demons and fight for my life. I make peace with memories pulled straight from jump-scare horror movies and r-rated thrillers.
The Devil can hate me but he must respect me for walking through his hell and turning back with my head up just to flip him the bird.
And I could hate him back but every demon he has sent to hurt my feelings, bruise my skin or break my heart now sits in a locked box with my darkness and as it's weight grows- so does my strength to carry it.
My darkness doesn't own me... I own it. I am the dungeon master, the keeper of monsters, the mother of dragons.
So please don't assume that my darkness is less than yours, that it lacks mass, that it is not a threat.... my darkness is only not a threat to you because I take that burden on alone.
In return, I will offer you the same respect.
-The Broke Revolutionary
