《 blame 》
in the first drawer
is all my sense
that has been restored
in my brain's defense:
i was too young to understand
so my memories were canned.
i have always been naive
to being manipulated—
never had time to grieve
the person she created.
it was never them as she said...
'it was her,' i began to dread.
i spent most of my childhood
with a babysitter, not my parents
i was convinced with every falsehood.
they had far more endurance.
it was my babysitter who had traumatized me.
who convinced that everything was because of them.
they were to blame.
