It took a while to get angry
It took years to realise why
It still takes skill to direct it towards the source
It takes a conscious effort not to be destructive
I need to think of others before I decide
Not to hurt myself
I don’t see a purpose in me being alive
Other than it’s been so hard and I am still here
That there must be something I have to do
I keep doing
I achieve
I get up
I get out
I just want to go now
I want to go home now
Can I be let off now?
When will it be over?
My brain tells me
I am happy
I am surrounded by caring people
The worst is over
Everything is fine
My memory reminds me
I know what love it
I know what beauty is
I have made things happen
Nothing matters
It feels like something doesn’t register
It feels like I have dropped a ball
and it’s bouncing away from me
I am inundated with
Anger
Grief
Sadness
I truly see the
Injustice
My parents couldn’t love me
My parents abused me
Sexually
Mentally
Spiritually
It should be their problem
But it has become mine
They made me an orphan
They cut me up and took my bits ransom
They are asking me to pay
I am forwarding them the bill