The Essence Of Who I Am

I find that my childhood still likes to hurt me

Finds ways to bully and torture me

In so many ways it’s ruined me

I feel physically ill sometimes

My body has betrayed me

I couldn’t even birth my baby

Because it held onto the hurt so tight

It eats away at me

Maybe my childhood was the real monster

Maybe the monster from my nightmares was just me after all

M.A.P

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