The Damage
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I have encountered so many narcissists. They have taken advantage of me for 2 decades. They all were the same but different faces. The same MO. Those experiences have taught me that their treatment of me was a reflection of their own self-loathing. It was never my cross to bear for them. As they slowly destroyed my confidence, I started to gain a different kind of confidence. The kind where no one will get to put those rose colored glasses on me again. I will stand my ground. I will fix the crowns of others and be supportive of myself and every victim that have their own pasts. God has us all and He proves it every single day He allows me to wake up to another day.
They are afraid.
They see the power I contain.
They tried to collar it
and control me so I would never see that power.
What they failed to understand
is the care and love
they endlessly received
was coming to an end
and with that failure,
they would bend the knee.
The bombs they dropped
turned my love to anger.
They tried playing victim.
They tried to change the script.
The day I stood my ground
they learned any love I had for them
would never be found.
They tried to crush my soul,
and replaced it with a searing pain.
I had to remember that pain I was seeing
was never mine.
It was the pain of the truth about them
and their power was fading.
Thanks to their treatment of my heart,
I learned from it all.
I have now become the one
who will make them fall.
Copyright © Hannah Hulon | Year Posted 2025
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