The Interview (With a Broken Person)

They want trauma summarized, sanitized, inspirational.

I give them facts. No narration.

They ask about childhood, I ask what version,

The one where love was conditional or the one where it worsened?

I learned to read silence before language had formed,

When chaos repeats, you prepare for the storm.

Trust issues? No, that’s pattern recognition,

When storms repeat, you predict the conditions.

Help never came, so dependence expired,

Built self-reliance under pressure and fire.

Didn’t lean, didn’t plead, didn’t wait to be saved,

When you grow up alone, you train not to cave.

They say I’m "intense", I say I’m exact,

I don’t gamble with hearts, I calculate facts.

Attachment rerouted, emotion secured,

Love felt conditional, trust uninsured.

Soft core, hard shell, weaponized calm,

I don’t trauma dump, don't get me wrong.

Scars aren’t aesthetic; they’re blueprints in skin,

Pain taught structure, made discipline win.

I don’t snap, I don’t fold, I don’t flinch when it’s loud,

I survived being ignored, don’t confuse me with proud.

Lone wolf code, built trust in myself,

I stayed when it hurt, learned to carry the weight.

Unstable? Maybe. Loyal? To death.

They say “guarded,” I say “trained by experience,”

Doors don’t stay open once forced; here and since.

I don’t chase comfort, I interrogate motive,

Intent leaves fingerprints, behavior exposes.

Past stays filed, not to cry or complain,

Just in case somebody lies all over again.

I watched angels manipulate, villains confess,

I don’t choose sides... I track progress and debts.

I don’t need saving, I saved what I could,

Kept the soft parts intact ‘cause I knew that I should.

I don’t trust easy, I trust what’s earned,

Pain’s a harsh professor, every lesson confirmed.

This is an interview with a broken person,

Survival turned skill, then skill turned profession.

Independent mind, surgical edge,

Calculated, not cold, just aware,

Forgive slow, remember everything there.

I don’t play victim, I play long games,

I don’t explode, I apply restraint.

Silence isn’t doubt, it’s evaluation,

I’m pricing outcomes, not seeking validation.

Interview with a broken person,

Still upright, still observant.

Survived hell, learned control,

Still got warmth, just armored soul.