For those who doubt the validity of "repressed" memories, this should tell you something.
If I Were Crazy....
If I were crazy
Then monsters wouldn't be real.
Then evil people wouldn't exist.
Then children would be safe all the time.
Then all grown-ups could be trusted.
If I were lying....
Then I wouldn't hurt so much.
Then there would be no nightmares.
Then I could sit without my back to the wall.
Then the doubts wouldn't be there.
If I were confused....
Then he really did love me.
Then I really wanted what he did.
Then I could figure everything out.
Then I could move on from it.
But I'm not crazy, lying, or confused.
And what would be the point in being these things?
Because it happened.
And I still have the little boy inside of me
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies