Profound fear, cutting so deep, just a child.
Culmination of experience, no answers through questioning.
Sadistic in its depth of pain, manic in its erratic lack of compassion.
Ignorant to truth, stalwart towards the singular all encompassing belief.
Caught in the middle, trapped for all to see, for pain to adhere.
Never to seek help, too late for change, now only to cope.
Unknowingly desperate to pass on the legacy, blind passion imposes its will.
Confused, angered, stubborn, childish in the failure to force its way.
Only to be pitied, ignored, self absorbed, hated,
Longing and unable to be loved, too late to know.
This speaks to the cycle of abuse.
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