I was some where far off, some where terrible still but oh so different than where she held me. I wasn't her pride. I wasn't in her presence even when i was.
Some where far off I wasn't there enough to care. and when her reign came down on me i wasn't there. So i tried not to care. I dug my claws into my world. I held my place if I wasn't there I couldn't care. And I still don't look her in the eyes but its not my head that hurts any more its my gut. and its my pride. Its my heart that's solid inside. Its those thoughts if i could die.
This poem is about my mom, and enduring the pain of growing up with a narcissus mother...