survivors know

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