If I had to Pinpoint all the moment
I was traumatized
Or even the first major event
I don't think I'd know how far back to go
The thing is trauma is complex
At least in my case
It was a constant in my life
It was my normal for so long
I hard forgotten what normal really was
If such a thing existed
Where you might have seen signs
Wondered what was going through my mind
I thought that the pain
The turmoil
The instability
Was just another facet of life
When all you know is shadows
It's hard to see which ones are sinister
And which ones are not
When you have no frame of reference
I wasn't doing it myself
At least not on purpose
I had been spun round and round
And my view of the world
Had gotten blurred from reality
YOU ARE READING
Where do I go from here?
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