trauMA Dump
Photo by Simon Hurry on Unsplash I am quick to be offended. Slow to forgive. I have a persecution complex almost as big as my god complex. I stay angry. Stay protecting those who never asked me to. I'm fighting new battles to make up for the ones I lost. There's heaviness in the memories but also in the things I forgot. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I never claimed to be unbreakable. All these cracks you see are fracture lines. Not by design, they're warning signs. I'm a glass cannon-- anything can be my fodder. You thought I was a bad son; I'm an even worse daughter. Fragile like a baby, like an egg just laid, like a hand grenade. This is just a bad dream, maybe. I've shattered into a thousand pieces. I'll shatter into a thousand more. I scream into the void and you scream back: "What are you so angry for?" "You're always out to prove yourself to a judge and jury unaware. You're making