ptsd

(This is an old poem that I wrote and fixed up a little bit a few months ago. I want to keep it raw, so I am not going to change it much but feel free to leave criticisms anyways!) (TRIGGER WARNING: INVOLVES MENTIONING OF PARENTAL ABUSE) The woman and man signed the papers Changed their names...

It is difficult to jump From self loathing and doubt To having more ego than one should allow But when your body does not know what To do with itself. One must learn to cope With the way the body flip flops. Making The mind hop and jump from one little Emotion to the other Like some bad Joke...