My life comes back at me in shades of mediocracies.
Below average I Q,
Dyslectic !
Deaf!
If this was golf, a handicap of 20 to 1.
But it is what it is, the moulding of yours truly:
The labels I am told are me,
“A cowered. a liar, cheat, a thief, unfaithful”!
Crashing, crushing, hurtful.
the result! sadness, depression.
Abuse is what it is, inescapable, unacceptable and very ugly,
I will be true to myself; I will let love lead me.
I will seek the light shun the darkness
My dreams are mine, hope my north star.
