Dear Mom,
For those six years,
You knew of the abuse.
You sat back and watched.
I guess you were amused.
I know you never wanted to be a mother.
You just wanted friends you could control.
Friends who understood your pain as if it was their own.
Well, here I am.
In the flesh,
With skin so cold.
I am a product of your making,
And of your neglect.
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Such a sad poem. I hope it was cathartic to write it.
Writing is therapy. Heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing.
What a brave poem. Thank you for expressing in writing what many do not dare speak.