How dare you.

A poem? A rant? A plea? A message to all those who gaslight our pain. We will not stay silent.

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How dare you question me?

How dare you doubt what I'm coming to you for?

How dare you tell me I'm imagining my pain?

How dare you.

Who are you to question me?

Who are you to doubt what I'm coming to you for?

Who are you to tell me I'm imagining my pain?

How dare you.

Why do you get to question me?

Why do you get to doubt what I'm coming to you for?

Why do you get to tell me I'm imagining my pain?

How dare you.

You are supposed to help me.

You are supposed to want to help me.

You are supposed to listen to me.

You are supposed to support me.

You are supposed to be better.

Do better.

Be better.

You tell me to get over it.

You tell me to suck it up.

You tell me it's all in my head.

You tell me it's a part of life.

You tell me nothing I need or want or deserve to hear.

How dare you.

You break me down.

You ignore my pain.

You invalidate me.

You focus on your own gain.

How dare you.

And now you wonder?

You wonder why we're angry.

You wonder why we're screaming.

You wonder why we don't come to you.

Because we dared.

We dared to listen to ourselves.

We dared to not let you break us down further.

We dared, because you dared too.