“Do abusive people hurt others?”
– Your child-self asks innocently.
Their words break bones into dust.
Their attitude slices and dices at you,
Cutting away at your naiveness.
Their expressions are face-painted with evil,
Disguised to deceive you.
Their mood swings are wrecking balls
And possess motives crueller than death.
Their life needs outlets to be casted on,
Their insecurities
And problems are your property.
Their resentment in life wraps around your skin,
Their hot and cold behaviour masks their sins!
Their actions crack the iceberg of trust you once had.
Their nasty remarks are covered by cheap apologies,
With threats delivered both physically and verbally.
Their will to deprive your peace is more than rash,
But an all out bounty.
Their plan has succeeded for you to be maltreated.
Their psychological tactics strangle you until
You have been beaten.
Their character is ingrained in your chapter,
And it sends you into a world full of torture.
Your tranquillity dies and mental itching lives,
Like bed bugs that will never leave your crib.
It pains you to live on with the pain
And you wonder what life was like
Before, you knew their name.
