I was so, fragile, way too sensitive from before is the thing, but hey, that, was how I was born, and, there is absolutely NO way I would know, HOW to change that, as that was, something I was, BORN with!!!
Because you never laid a hand on me, you don’t believe what you had done to me was abuse, because you worshipped the rule of: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will NEVER hurt as much, but that, is not at all true, not to me, at least…
Because you never laid a hand on me, because you’d shoved, a TON of cold, hard cash up into my ASS (literally, as growin’ up, I got money coming O-U-T of my rear end here!), because that, was what you’d lacked as a child, you’d, grown up poor, and so, you’d become, a worshipper of money, and because you thought what you lacked was what I needed, without stopping to think first: hey, maybe, my child needed different things from me, as I’d needed from my own parents…
Because you never laid a hand on me, you’d just screamed and yelled, and made me feel so god DAMN fearful, and, I’d already figured out the reason behind why I couldn’t do well in math, and yeah, I’d still NOT believed that I.Q. test results that I took, way, way, WAY back don’t know when that showed how I scored a bit higher in numeric abilities than my linguistic abilities, imagine MY confusion when I got that result! But now, I’d gotten it all, figured O-U-T, and, at the TENDER age of SIXTY (that’s still NOT 6, NOT 0, nor is it, 6+0 here!!!), you still don’t have a clue of what you’d done to me, and, it’s still, ALL the fault of D-E-N-I-A-L, and, I don’t give a F*** (maxed out, remember???) about anybody anymore here!
