someone hurt me
and for a while,
I wore it like an identity.
I became careful.
distant.
too good at reading silence.
but pain
is not a name.
it is not a personality.
it is not my future.
I am not who left.
I am not what failed.
I am not the worst night
I survived.
I am the person
who still wakes up
and tries to be kind.
that is not weakness.
that is rare.