Wish one person could see where I am coming from... I don't know whether I'm doing right from doing wrong.
Programmed from a young age to discount ones own feelings, I try to explain myself to others and words loose all meaning.
Where do you go when your words have no power, words come out of my mouth, I can't help sounding like a liar.
What is the extent of the narcissistic abuse on that child, mother projects her own evil away and the lad is profiled.
Entire family think the child is bad egg a nuisance, because they believe the parent is telling nothing but the truth since.
Why would she lie, she seems so concerned, she wraps all her evil work in loving couching terms.
People just think you're weak, and looking for attention, man up you're an adult, snap out of it so you take all the misapprehension.
You're an attention whore, a wally and a bell you big norman. The silent life of the scapegoat, discounted for a lifetime of bordem.
Is it so bad that one needs love and affection. Or a feeling of security, acceptance and protection.
And the parent abuser still maintains this fabricated lie, that I am bad, that I cheat and of course I lie.
Because if she had to admit I was actually a good person, she would be forced to look at herself and see her own worse sin.