I might not have the scars to prove it but I’ve been abused. I’ve been abused all my life and today I break my silence. No, I wasn’t abused mentally nor was I abused physically but I’ve been abused emotionally. It’s gotten to the point my heart can’t feel anymore. When its time for sadness I cant help myself from smiling and when someone tries to make me angry I run to a corner and cry. I tried to tell my family but it was just too painful to bear. People may wonder what kind of person made me like this. I know it wasn’t my mother because she cared when I didn’t. I know it wasn’t my father because he listened but I didn’t want to speak. I know it wasn’t my sister because she tried to fill me with warmth but I wanted to stay in the cold. So who’s my abuser? What person ripped a piece of my heart? It was me. I’m my own abuser. I’m my own victim. But today I will no longer be a victim nor guilty of my own crime. Today I will finally let myself breathe the fresh air that brushes against the trees. Today I’m breaking the chains that bounded me. Everyone will finally see the real me. Today is the day that I’m finally breaking free.