Selective Memory:

Don’t Applaud the Rise If You Ignored the Fall
By Made2MasterAI

You watched me break.
Watched me cry.
Watched me scream my love from the pavement of rock bottom — and turned your back.

You weren’t silent because you didn’t know how to help.
You were silent because my pain made you uncomfortable.

But now, with time as my witness and growth as my proof, some of you have suddenly remembered who I was. You say things like:

“I know what it feels like to be loved.”

And I just smile, because I know that’s not praise — that’s your guilt speaking in a tone of nostalgia.

You see, I’ve learned something about selective memory.
It’s when the people who left you bleeding now want credit for your healing.
It’s when they only tell half the truth — the part where you were a good man — but never the part where they broke you to pieces.

They don’t talk about how I begged on my knees.
They don’t mention how I went to jail for someone who knew I didn’t belong there.
They don’t post about how they watched my voice get twisted into violence just because it was too loud for their silence.

And yet… I hear them complimenting me behind my back now.

But here’s my truth:

Don’t call me a good man now that I’ve healed —
if you helped build the version of me that was doubted, dismissed, and detained.

I don’t need your apology.
I don’t need your recognition.
But I will remember the silence — and I will never confuse it for love again.

The Message for Others Like Me:

If you’re reading this and you feel like you’re becoming the villain in everyone’s story just because you refused to die in theirs — you’re not alone.

You don’t owe the past a performance.
You don’t owe your pain a prettier version.

Sometimes your loudest shout is your most spiritual truth —
and the people who couldn’t handle it never deserved your whisper in the first place.