In one sense you can see her even better than she can see herself.
She's like a vampire
You're dazzled by her
You want to follow her you
You cannot resist her
you want her to lead
Even though parts of you know it's heading toward something terrible
You feel something special
and you suspend your mind
your own needs-
and judgment for a while.
It happens when we are susceptible, especially under stress
Especially when you come from neglectful and or abusive family, that is sneaky and mendacious at covering up it's neglect and abuses.
Exspecially when parents project their own undigested pain, destructiveness, immaturity and lack of emotional development onto their own children.
You mistake abuse for love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem