Coward

I can't believe i've never saw this second point-of-view before... After all these years, i suffered and denied my own existence, just for the sake of not bothering others, but in the end it just makes me more of a coward rather than a martir. Why i never said: "NO, that's wrong!"? Why i never ran away? Why were i so coward? Alone amongst 4 people. People did wrong for sure, and they did it many times. So what? I can't blame them for my reactions, the way i see things the way i feel everything the way i silenced it all 29 years has passed - time to wake up! What it takes to get out of this ... this... i don't even know how to define that! I could keep going on and on talking about it... But, can it really change? Could it be different? The conflict is like... if the doodle is trown away, then the new paper is not the same thing! As a matter of fact, that change consists of choices and decisions. If the doodle is left over, it'll remain there, on and on... If you're wondering what's the first point-of-view, it's the victim one, the one that tells me that i deserved a better familly ¬¬