From all the times my voice drowned in the noise
Struggling to not collapse
Failing to advocate for myself
Blaming myself for what wasn't in my poise

Strained to prove my existence
I became what I had to (be) to survive my parents
Finally I broke free from them
I'm bittersweet
this part that loved me so has come to its end
I don't have to drown in them anymore,
All thanks to your protection

When the little girl (in me) realized the full situation she incarnated into
The Gods who had gifted her life had Big Demons, Siphon and Gaslight.
They baptized her in the Enmeshment System
So she too could give birth to more fractured faces.

What place does the world have for a black sheep? When it's parents conditional love is traditional?

When her value was tainted by the inherited demons, why should she keep it traditional?

Can you hear her faint cries? "Hear me please!" Anyone! Don't let anyone landfill her with dark heep.
Don't expect her to show up as her best to be traditional!