Tag: narcissistic abuse
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JACK IN THE BOX
Trauma, I don’t like you: a slimy foxAs I go through life: happiness aheadAnd like the child toy Jack in the boxOut pops trauma’s triggers: those ugly heads Makes my heart sad: so many people like meWalking around: trauma inside to be healedHumans weren’t created for evil decreesOf inhumane wickedness: cruel business deals I’m tired…
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THE CARNIVAL FAKE RIDE
I returned my ticket todayDone with manipulation plays Your wicked ways make me sick: want to throw upScared kid in a grown man: adult sippy cup I am one of the lucky ones who got awayEducating others: deal breaker flag display
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I LOVE YELLOW
Shades of yellow I chooseMy coat, umbrella, shoes Yellow stands for my true soul: kindnessYou abusers: won’t ever possess Blessed I am with empathy and compassion I carryAs for you abusers deep hate on themselves: all buried
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DEAR FELLOW SURVIVORS
You are strongIgnore abuser saying your memory is wrong You are starsIgnore abuser making fun of your scars You are brightIgnore abuser stealing your light You are amazingIgnore abuser’s raging
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LOW LIFE MAN
Cannot think of you as humanIf I do, then I will let you hurt me againI thank God I am not like youYou will forever be the same You go right to threatsYou go right to trickeryYou go right to manipulationYou go right to punishment
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PEACE PROTECTION
There is a lot of good out thereReal ones: not false agenda careLove doesn’t hurt: words and handLove listens to understand Don’t let negativity inGive it back and tell themThis message I don’t receiveWill no longer be deceived
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CRUMBLED UP PAPER
Pulled with a fierce shookOut of the spiral notebookTore the fringes off your sideUnworthiness implied Writing on you so hardTheir hurtful imprint wordsSeen now: wooden table topFrustrations on you: won’t stop
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FIGHTER CREW
There are pictures in my mindOf things done to meI hear the words of unkindOf things said to me No more, the fighter in me criesI am worthy. I am enoughI matter. I will survive and thriveReclaimed power. I am enough
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THRIVER PERMISSION SLIP
Woke up this morning the same wayReady to live: but those feelings stay Feelings of feeling lessFeelings: not like the rest Years of life: survivingWaking up now: thriving Except something stops meI’m afraid of feeling free
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KNOCK IT OFF: GAME OVER
Who do you think you areHurting, controlling, threateningDestroyer in a jarScaring, manipulating Your words no longer matterNot picking up the gameYour hurtful words splatterOf your cruelty soul shame
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I KNOW I WILL BE OKAY
Something clicked in me this morningI am grateful for this beautiful messageOne of love, protection, securingFather, son, Holy Ghost, angel blesses
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CROSSWALK
I am living in fearHe put the fear in meI try to act like I’m not afraid of himBut I am I mean here he was my husbandand he threatened to throw me out a third floor windowHe threatened to get a hit man on me
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SAD SUNFLOWER
Blue and yellowOver thereThis sunflowerNeeding care A yellow maskShows we’re okayWears dawn to duskYears: day to day
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DEAR YOUNGER SISTER
I want to rescue youI see what you’re going through Sadness in your voiceYou feel trapped: no choice Pull to rescue you is strongIt has been there all along
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BIRDS OF PREY
We sitBird-wing clippedSubmitUnequipped Years of hurtsHave taken their tollYears of threatsNo longer feel whole
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SHATTERED VISION
Want to believeWith all beingWhat I perceiveNo deceiving Past betrayalsHeart soul hurtsFake portrayalsLove departs
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BRACING FOR DEER
Moving throughout the dayDon’t know when they’ll showA message they have to sayWanting us to know Deer in different formsAs one can imagineMessage translationMail, money, people, kin
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WHERE IS MY COWBOY
Strong and independent is what I strive.But there’s a part of me that attracts a certain kind.It is the ones who don’t love me completely.I have begun, to wonder, is it me? Never had a man in my life who just chose me.My dad, my protector did something to me in his bedroom when I…
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE
I know I am not the only oneThis is what I seePeople around me under the sunLiving: are they free? Since I was a child of a young ageI saw injustice and hurtsI felt people’s pain and hidden rageSpirits low: truths needing to burst
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