Involuntary Victim & Her Great Act

Her abuser was banished, the blinders were lifted

She didn't know about the pain until it was gone

Without knowing the difference, she thought she was happy

Until the day it was ripped from her, quick like a bandage

Nothing felt more real, she could move without restriction

Despite her rejoice, no one understood how the pain could be gone as simple as that

She was looked at with sad eyes, and treated like a terminally ill patient

Other perspectives were so damaging, she grew uncomfortable to smile

Only seeing the scar that was left from the dagger that was removed from her back

Poking her until she turned raw once again;

Crying she screams "It doesn't hurt anymore,  I'm free, be happy for me, you are now the ones destroying me- leave me be"

but no one believed, she was the same before; as she always proclaimed her happiness

Constantly reminded that she was a victim- blinded by her abuser

Cursed for being a happy and joyful person, no one trusted her intuition 

The ones that truly loved her hurt her most

Destroying her freedom to rejoice, eventually keeping her prisoner in a victim role

Forever to be seen as a victim waiting for more

To avoid being accused of putting on a face, she enjoys herself behind closed doors

Playing the victim for her viewers, to give them peace, to seem "normal" with her baggage

But her heart has the understanding she is blessed by only one that matters

Understanding what she must do, to bring her loved ones peace

This life she offers to sacrifice her publicity of joy  

She has a seat waiting in heaven, to finally be free to smile- no questions asked

She smiles and dances like an angle in her room-  having but a small taste of what freedom will feel like

If only they would let her rejoices roam free in the world, her smile so radiant with the power to heal children

But only heaven will see, for that is where the pure hearts reunite