Who knows what humiliations, tortures, and horrors we endured in this place before memory?
Our personality developed without our knowledge.
In my instance, I had anxiety, fear, and jitters as a child.
This fear seems to have existed before I did, existing independently of me.
But I think it may have started with my father, who I always felt unsafe with.
He may have just been the catalyst.
How many times had I heard these
How many times did I distance myself from
these hurtful words
But there I was, a proverbial virgin,
as pure as a dove
In a fit of anger I gave it all away
Instead of my body for money
My brains for gains
Silent tears, a broken heart
Few wins, many losses
Fake smiles, hidden throes
Silent battles, putting on a facade
One thing is certain do not envy the life of