I never fully understood how my family works.
We are complicated but we have a special bond that probably
not a lot of families have.
They tend to talk and I pretend to listen, even though I don't see eye to eye with them.
We have different beliefs and I believe who I am today and how I handle things is because of them.
the unhealed traumas they projected onto me without knowing.
I do blame them for a lot of things, but most of all I blame them for making me feel unsafe and their inability to comprehend the things that was happening to me. i am mad at them for not listening to me when I told them about my truth.
They always brushed it off, because people hate complicated things
And I was never easy.
they only know what I led them to believe.
no one really knows the real me and I promised myself that no one ever will.
nobody deserves to know who I really am when I'm not pretending,
family or not.
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
