It starts with Anger.
Anger is hot, it's sticky, it's raw.
It's messy, it's sad, it's sarcastic, it's aggressive, it's rude, it's demanding, it's tiring, it's me at my social worst.
Key words; Social worst
Next is hurt.
How could you treat me like that?
Why would you treat me like that?
What did I do?
Is it my fault?
It is isn't it
It's all my fault
Then comes pain.
Pain cuts deep, pain is raw, unrelenting, unapologetic.
Pain seeps into your bones and leaves you cold.
It ends with Grief.
Grief for her, she didn't deserve that sort of childhood
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Don't - Trauma Poem & Thoughts
Poetry"You're so mature for your age!" thanks it's called childhood trauma
