This Used To Haunt Me So I'm So Glad I Know This Now

This used to haunt me so I'm so glad I know this now

It's in the eye of the beholder

Everyone always talks about "You Cannot Have My Pain," and with good reason, but I think this is my favourite Dalinar moment

MANIFEST

MANIFEST

Me Too

Me too, I guess, Me too, and you too, And every woman I’ve ever loved, ever looked up to. Then there are the ones I haven’t, too. Them too. And me too, and you too, And my sisters too, My mother too, My grandmothers too, And fucking everyone.

Is saying "me too" drowning our stories out? Is it normalizing it? Oh, shock horror—you too? Why is it so common? We know this not just because of "Me Too," But because we see, we hear, we feel. I know the touch. I see you flinch when your husband touches you, Even worse, when your uncle’s eyes follow you.

So yeah, you too, hey?

I’m not taking away from "Me Too," I just want everyone to know Me too. Them too. They are so precious— That little girl too. And I scowl at certain men, Some who don’t deserve it,

I question if they should be allowed Around my friends, My family, Their own too. So yes, me too. I’ve never counted how many times— It was just part of the life I learned to live, To survive.

Me too. But so many others too. A chorus of silences, A wave of knowing nods. Me too, You too, And all the ones who never said a word— Them too.