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veeraiyah subbulakshmi
why do I mistrust people?
I'd not cry without any reason,
I do long for someone with passion,
To touch me and carry me to their bosom,
Look at me with love for I moan,
After the long shout and screech,
No one care to attend,
I give up hope and start to mistrust,
No one understand the pain,
That I endure and suffer,
At the age of one month,
Until the age of eighteen months,
emotional grooming is done in the brain,
The wrong signals sent by the wrong caretakers,
I do start to mistrust all around me,
I do have the doubt at every action,
As the cloudy water settle the sediment,
At the bottom, the mistrust settles in my heart,
As long as I am alive, I have this feeling,
The feeling of pain that sowed,
In my mind when I was too young.
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Worrying thoughts- impossible to measure the long lasting effects of early neglect.
A good poem about an important subject.
When we think about the mistrust that people have upon others, we have to go long way back when they were babies. According to the psychological point of view, the babies who are left alone with the uncaring caretakers, they will develop this insecurity when they were very small between the age of one month and eighteen months. the feeling of pain that we are talking about nowadays also acquired during such negligence.
No one care to attend,
I give up hope and start to mistrust,
realistic. nice
Why do you mistrust? I can relate. Perhaps, you are as I, trusting and open. It seems when we are consider and kind those who need us the most, take us for granted. What to do? I have learned that it is not about me. When they hurl pain, it is not our pain, it is their pain, and they know not what they do.