As a Child growing up the adults would hit me,
holler and yell at me,
even as a child I knew there was something toxic and irrational deep inside of them
and they were venting the destructiveness of themselves that they could not face onto me
and telling me it was for my own good. I see how this contaminated my relationships in the present.
Stayed in toxic relationships at times way too long.
Sabotage what I really wanted and needed in relationships.
Unless there was drama, emotional poison, I do not think it was love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem