A very personal poem based on my actual experiences. If you know, you know, and you’re probably just as culpable as the one who did this to me. Maybe someday I will share my full story openly, but for now, I sincerely wish for all other children to be educated about the many dangers of the internet. My life was devastated because of the lack of such education.
My poem:
a notification chimes
soft blue glow in the dark
"1 new friend request"
your face smiles from the screen
a photo I've seen before
in hallways, at parties, online
acceptance clicks like fate
pixels rearrange, connections form
a digital handshake across the void
(how strange to meet again
in this realm of ones and zeros
where distance is measured in bandwidth)
chat windows bloom like spring flowers
words flow easy, familiar
inside jokes and shared complaints
"remember when..." you say
and I do, or think I do
memories blurring at the edges
late nights stretch into early mornings
secrets whispered into text boxes
trust growing with every sent message
(it feels so real, this connection
electrons dancing between us
building a bridge across the digital divide)
weeks pass, or maybe months
time moves differently online
a continuous stream of now
small inconsistencies appear
like glitches in the matrix
blink and you'd miss them
a reference that doesn't quite fit
a memory that feels off-key
doubt, a whisper in the static
(but doubt feels like betrayal
when friendship seems so pure
so I push it down, deep into the code)
questions grow like viruses
multiplying in the back of my mind
impossible to ignore
"how did you know about...?"
"when exactly did we...?"
each answer spawns more questions
the fabric of our shared reality
starts to fray at the edges
revealing glimpses of an uglier truth
(the weight of unease settles
heavy as unread messages
a notification I'm afraid to open)
truth crashes through the screen
a tidal wave of cruel revelation
washing away the illusion
your face - not yours at all
but a mask, a tool, a weapon
wielded by predator's hands
the friend I thought I knew
never existed, a cruel deception
hiding a monster's true intent
rage burns hot as overclocked circuits
fear and disgust coil in my gut
trust shatters like a dropped phone
demands emerge from the shadows
threats hidden in friendly fonts
my youth and innocence exploited
I stand at the edge of the digital abyss
staring into a void of betrayal
wondering how I fell into this trap
(in the echo chamber of my mind
anger and hurt reverberate:
how dare they prey on children?)
days pass in a haze of trauma
nights stretch long and sleepless
as I grapple with the abuse
each interaction now a source of pain
tainted by the knowledge of deceit
like malware infecting my mind
slowly, painfully, I begin to process
the reality of what happened
rebuilding my sense of safety bit by bit
(it's hard work, this healing journey
facing the pain, seeking support
learning it's not my fault)
time doesn't erase the scars
but it does dull their sharp edges
allowing space for healing, for growth
I learn to navigate with caution
in this vast digital sea
rediscovering safety in small steps
boundaries become a precious resource
carefully built, gently reinforced
a shelter for my healing heart
(yet I refuse to let fear isolate me
for in this web of connections
genuine support can be found)
my story becomes a quiet strength
a reminder of my resilience
each day a step towards recovery
for in the depths of my experience
where pain once overwhelmed
hope now begins to flicker
I focus on my own healing journey
one day at a time, one breath at a time
rediscovering joy in small moments
(my inner voice grows stronger
whispering across neurons and synapses:
you are worthy, you are not defined by this)
and so I stand, a work in progress
scarred but slowly healing
learning to trust the world again
in this landscape of mixed emotions
where past and future intertwine
I choose to focus on my well-being
I give myself permission to heal
to seek support, to be patient
to rediscover my own worth
for in the end, I am more than what happened
stronger than the pain I endured
brighter than the screens that once betrayed me
my journey, honest and personal
becomes a testament to resilience
a quiet victory over digital shadows
(with each small step forward
I reclaim pieces of myself
until my spirit shines brighter than any pixel)