Prison Cell Paranoia (part 2)

Some bolt of madness comes from a demonic source, and I’m swirling and swirling in inner chaos. ‘He wrote this because he hates my writing.’ ‘Did she call me a narcissist using subtle, vague imagery?’ ‘Does she want me to suffer because she’s never forgiven me?’ and then this amicable, passionate man is possessed by…

hurting

you can’t put your pain in front of someone else’s happiness you can’t let your own darkness eclipse everyone else’s light you can’t because who are you then? you are the monster you fear the most. taking what has hurt you & hurting others with it.   © quixotic mama 2018 for more of my…

Strength

People have spent my life Telling me that I’m strong, Calling my silence by another name, Painting it as something to aspire to, And so I took the title and pretended, Pretended that I could be that person, Someone that wasn’t affected, Pretended that I could deal with it, But I couldn’t, I could only…