Her

Everything I do,
I’m scared to death it resembles her.
Everything I knew,
Was a lie instilled by her.

Everything I am,
I’m scared to express because of her.
And everything I’m not,
I blame it all on her.

She possessed me, infested me.
Strangled me until I couldn’t breathe.
She enjoyed abusing me, using me-
Until I couldn’t tell between reality and abnormality.

Now I know what’s normal,
But it all feels so distorted.
She stole my thoughts and soul-
My childhood, my ability to grow.

She birthed me,
For the pure purpose of destroying me.
She raised me,
For the entertainment of watching me suffer.

Please tell me, what type of a mother, 
Could abuse their own son and daughter?


She was the one who was supposed to nurture and guide.
The one whom we could trust and confide.

To love and protect,
Not destroy and neglect.
You laughed at my dreams,
You took away everything that meant anything to me.

It took so long to see the truth-
That it was never my fault, it was always you.
You may have tortured and dismantled me,
But you have never and will never take away the good in me.