As of late, this word seems to define me better than ever. I've been psychologically poisoned since day one. Helpless, vulnerable, incapable of teaching myself at such a young age; allowing others to raise and nurture me. Now I am the one replenishing all these corruptions. Adapted to recoiling after misleading actions, words and thoughts. At times I feel it's a gift to all, knowing I've trapped myself in a cage like the wild animal that I am. I feel secured here, yet the need for a taste of freedom. The responsibility is the distaste of it all.
Sanity is approaching, I can feel it hovering over my core, I guess that's the safety I desire?
Unless I've simply become deranged.
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