Which is better?
To be berated, blamed constantly for choices not your own?
To be neglected, questioning your worth?
Which is easier to overcome?
The mental anguish that riddles you with anxiety?
A twisted power play that rattles the cage you can’t escape from?
How delicate the balance that establishes our worth.
Tormented, forced to be reliant. Dangling on broken strings!
Insufficient, forced to drown even when you were sitting still.
Who can allow such evils to exist in their brains, destroying the ones they love piece by piece?
Or is it love? What IS love?
Anger at insufficiency, frustration at lack of progress, neither of these are love.
Berating and blame, neither of these are love.
Tearing down the worth of another, to mend your own inefficiencies, neither of these are love.
Abuses the world does not recognize as dangerous, these things kill even the strongest of people. Their hands have not hit you, but their words will make your soul bleed
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