Corridors of Paranoia

by Baby Rainbow   Oct 16, 2015


My head is still filled
with paranoia from his evil games
I could never understand.

Yesterday's permission doesn't mean
that it will be the same today -
and no doubt I'll be given a price to pay.

Tomorrow's advice may be untrue -
but in my defence I had nothing else
to compare it to, and I would only
be punished if I dared to question him.

Those mind games messed me up
more than any abuse ever could,
and it's within those paranoid corridors of my mind
that I become fearful of ever believing
a word that someone says.

Because I know too well
there will be a high price
for my heart to pay.

Saffie
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  • 9 years ago

    by Zabadak

    Oh my God, Saffie! What can I say about this? The poem is carefully and beautifully crafted but I shudder at the content, and now I understand a bit more about you; have a fuller picture of just what you were put through as a child and the effect it has on you now. I am actually lost for words at the mental and physical torture you lived through. The thought that there are such people going through life, hurting others in such a mentally and physically sadistic way, but living normal lives to the outside world is horrendous! The poem is a wonderful write, Saffie, the content harrowing and upsetting! Want to give you a big hug now!

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