Tag: Dissociative identity disorder

Every word you uttered to me

Was said with criticism

There was no love

Ever in your voice

Anything you said, you spat at me

With hate and vile and contempt

I was just a kid

I was 7 or 8 years old

I didn’t know this was wrong

I thought this was how every child was spoken to

Now many years later

I know that you were an abuser

You abused your position of power

Of trust

I was your play thing

Your punching bag

You, who was supposed to care for me, didn’t

Instead you used and abused me

You took every opportunity to criticize me

I hate you for what you did.

Criticism – Word of the Day Challenge (wordpress.com)