To heal the pain in me
Easy does it does it best.
after years of hurry hurry
it's time for me to rest
But it's a struggle for me
to let hypervigilance go
to stop the all the catering
and go with my own flow
Years of abuse by narcissists
how I despise that word
their shaming and mocking
they're all so bloody absurd
cruel words and dirty deeds
going round in my head
like a record player still skipping
they don't even hush when they're dead
too lazy, selfish and disobedient
when I gave up my life for them all
oh and oversensitive to their "jokes"
how my childish breasts were too small
So now rest don't come easy
it's difficult to ease my barmy brain
sleep only comes with nightmares
Which just perpetuate the old pain
Whatever this means, I'm trying
to let tranquility be my guide
the proverbial haystack needle
there's very little peace inside
Searching for Lady Serenity
so my long-lost sister can lead
hoping that together we two
can plant fresh mind seed.
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