That malevolent beasts disguised as parents set upon and destroyed me, my fragile mind and forming sense of self. They damaged me, severely and thoroughly. The fault was never mine. Nothing did I do to warrant such sadistic cruelty, yet I'm the one walking with the scars and shattered mind. I'm the one copiously bleeding sadness and self-worth.
I'm the one being maligned. And I've done nothing wrong. The guilty walk free smiling.
I clean up and play in my ruins.
A middle aged woman who happens to be autistic with multiple personality disorder. A place to write, share and be heard.
Monday, November 27, 2017
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