you would think it would eventually heal
the gashes would finally seal
but even fractured bones will ache
long after they’ve healed from a break
so why do they expect perfection
when we’ve been so badly dissected?
we do therapy and group sessions
sometimes we do self-medicate
and we can handle sleepless nights
the constant fear that keeps us awake
looking over the shoulder doesn’t go away
we read every room at a single glance
because danger lies in the emotional vibe
it’s something we’ve been conditioned to recognize
and it’s been proven safety lies in knowing
where the mood is potentially going
keeping the exit in clear line of sight
because we’d rather choose flight than fight
I keep trying to wrap my head around the truth
we’ll always be marked by what we didn’t choose
carry the damage…the baggage…of our abuse
no eraser can ever make it disappear
they see it and would rather steer clear
but not until after they came too near
our trauma becomes our double curse
because pain always follows…
but beauty comes first
but what really fucks us up
is the sabotage so casually done
making us easier to leave…than to love
because we can do all the work
turn gaping wounds into fading scars
but there will always be monsters…
still hidden in the dark
there’ll be triggers we can never defuse
trust that dissolves at the slightest test
because over time we’ve come to learn
the worst is the safest we can expect
and we end up…
spending so much time…
trying to become worth keeping
we forget to figure out who we are
erosion of self…is the unhealing scar
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