Victimized [Verse 1] They taught me early how to disappear, Drop my shoulders, soften my fear. Keys between fingers, eyes on the floor, Smile like it’s nothing, but brace for more. Every streetlight felt like a test, Every “no” a gamble in my breast. They called it caution, called it fate, Funny how survival looks like hate. [Pre-Chorus] They asked what I wore, not what was done, (say what?!) Asked why I stayed, not why he won. Taught me silence like it was grace, Blamed the crime on my own face. [Chorus] I was victimized, but I’m not your victim now, You don’t get to write my ending, don’t get to take my mouth, My breath, my life, my death… I bled in places no one could see, But I’m still here, and I’m still me. You can name the damage, tally the scars, But I am more than what you took in the dark. I was victimized— But i survived!! [Verse 2] They say be strong, but not too loud, Be broken pretty, don’t make a crowd. Turn pain into something palatable, small, So no one’s uncomfortable at all. I learned how to laugh at my own dread, Make peace with the ghosts that sleep in my bed. But every joke was a holding cell, Every grin another story I didn’t tell. [Pre-Chorus] They love the healing, and hate the truth, Love the quiet, but not the proof. They want my courage without my rage, My survival neatly caged. [Chorus] I was victimized, but I’m not your victim now, You don’t get to touch my body, don’t get to make my vows. I shook, I broke, I dissociated free, Still this heart kept choosing me. You don’t get my softness as a sign I’m weak, You don’t get my silence when I finally speak. I was victimized— But I am not erased! [Bridge] Hear me clearly: Pain is not consent. Fear is not flirting. And neither is friendliness!” Survival is not permission. I didn’t “let it happen.” It happened. And I lived. [Break] Some nights it comes back like a siren song, Some days I feel like I’ve been wronged twice as long— Once by the hands that crossed the line, Once by a world that asked me to be fine. [Final Chorus] I was victimized, and I name it out loud, I won’t make myself smaller to keep you proud. I carry grief, I carry fire, I carry a future you couldn’t rewire. I am not a lesson, not a warning sign, Not your tragedy dressed up as mine. I was victimized— But I survived. I survived. I survived. [Outro] This is not a wound—it’s a scar that sings, A truth with teeth, a pair of wings. Say my name without your doubt: I was harmed. But I am whole. And I am still here!
