Damage Done
I'm writing these poems so my children can see
the damage their father has done to me.
Believe me. It's not pretty. Upside down
and twisted around are how his plot lines
kept me and are still keeping me. I'm hypervigalant.
Not trusting anything wherever I turn. Who's lying?
Who's telling the truth? It's keeping me spinning.
That's how he kept me in his grip so long. Psychological
warfare from a five star psychopath. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
He'd call me a freak and why don't you kill yourself
already. Because im and artist and love to write stories
All kinds of horrible things to lose my grip on reality
My friend Heather says hang on your not going crazy
She's been through it. It'll get better. See everything needs
Restructuring. Who would do this to a person just for the
fun in the game of destroying someone's claim on their own
name.
I'm writing this not to freak anybody out but to let the truth of
this abuse apon me be cut wide open and exposed so then I
can truly be free.
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