of all the things they ever did
tried to do
the most vicious
pernicious
was to try & convince me
the world
that I was crazy
the mad kid
warped
which of course I was
trauma creates psychology
what I needed was a bit more care
more love for a while
not the accusation of crazy
& all that did
was to make me stronger
I knew
I wasn’t howling at the moon
twisted in my thinking
it was them being cruel
sadistic in their days
trying to convince me
their behaviours were normality
& I wasn’t taking my cues
from breakfast adverts on tv
but from how my friends were treated
in their homes
things their parents did
while my mine cried I lied
about everything
to hide their own inadequacies
shade the traces
& they wonder now
how I don’t trust them
take their words as solid