In my childhood, I looked up to you, admired you as my hero, my loving mom.
But as I grew, your true colors emerged. My emotions were dismissed, and all you sought was my support.
You made yourself the center of everything, and no one else mattered.
I learned to despise you, yet yearned for your love.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoetryEmbark on a deeply personal journey through the pages of "Fragments of Innocence." With raw and honest verse, the author invites you to explore the complexities of childhood trauma and the development of borderline personality. Interspersed with mom...
