My pain was shame,
My truth made the last of her love
Evaporate.

As a child I no longer remain,
No longer to be controlled.

Living in a world of realities,
Not limited by one.

In this choice,
I lost my mum.

For expressing my voice,
When the built up turmoil,
Abuse blew up.

A narc who'd offered the highest
Highs,
With continious drama and viper
Ties.

Never to take responsibility or
Apologise for sinister actions.

More concerned,
For how she appears and how
She is yearned.

Never wanting to learn
Or
To devastion of how she's burnt