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Taking Back My Identity.

In the depths of virtual realms, I live a tale of pain,
Where wounds from the past persist, still haunting my domain.
In 2019, the cyber attacker's words struck with cruel intent,
Their hurtful venom lingers, my heart still clenched in their fist.
The troll emerged, fueled by malice and disdain,
Their words, like sharpened arrows, causing endless strain.
“Fat and ugly,” their insults sliced through my soul,
A constant reminder that shattered my self-control.
They labeled me a 300-pound pile of flesh,
Reducing me to an object, a target for their thresh.
Perfect for men's fetishes, their twisted desires,
A haunting notion that fueled my inner fires.
With explicit detail, they claimed unspeakable acts,
Describing their atrocities, as my trust it impacts.
They attacked my self-esteem, my very being,
Leaving scars on my spirit, forever seeing.
My appearance, my voice, my way of being,
They assailed every aspect, endlessly demeaning.
They wove fictitious tales, painting a darkened past,
Alleging abuse from my parents, their lies cast.
Under their relentless assault, my belief began to sway,
My self-esteem crumbled, lost in disarray.
I struggled to believe the words of those who cared,
Their compliments felt hollow, unable to repair.
I was trapped in self-hate, doubting my own worth,
Every compliment doubted, a cruel inner mirth.
I second-guessed myself, my every action and thought,
The troll's words had poisoned, my confidence distraught.
Yet amidst the torment, a flicker of hope I see,
A whisper of self-acceptance, urging me to be free.
Slowly, I'm learning to embrace my inner light,
To defy the troll's words, reclaiming my right.
It's an arduous journey, a work in progress, it's true,
Rebuilding shattered self-esteem, healing the residue.
I strive to believe the love others bestow,
Gradually embracing their truth, letting my self-worth grow.
For though the troll's words still echo, they're not my own,
I refuse to be defined by the seeds they've sown.
I am beautiful, despite the troll's cruel game,
Reclaiming my self-belief, extinguishing their flame.
So let their hateful words fade, like echoes in the night,
I choose to rise above, bask in my own light.
For I am more than their lies, their vicious attack,
I reclaim my strength, never looking back.