I still feel emotional when I read this poem.
But I do know, there was nothing wrong with me.
My mother had darkness within her that gave in to evil.
There is a part of me that feels compassion, as I want no-one to be this way.
And a part of me deeply scarred by living in the ‘garden of evil’ as I did for the first 20 years of my life.
Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD
This is about being the daughter of a narcissist mother.
Mummy
Why don’t
You love me?
I do everything you say
I care for my sisters all day
I do all your housework
I try to be, a good girl
Mummy
Why don’t
You hug me?
I love you
You know I do
You see my scared eyes
Searching for your affection
Mummy
Why do
You hate me?
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