精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Worries and doubts were injected when I am half asleep. Cursing me through her innocent worries, her unawarably collapsed nerveous system. Subtle language abuse. The imprint burn, and I had to erase it using, extracting above half my energy. She doubts me all the time, has no faith in anything I do, and curses me though. Criticizms of no construction. Nagging of no use. Always regreting about things she just did, like a crazy cycle. And I know a devil's halo didn't arise in me, but a wretched and drained self-esteem. I'd have to take another day to rebuilt it, then suck another medication. The cycles go, and the efforts worn out. No light, nor sunshine from her. Never, ever, since I was young. Only superficial brags or insults depending on my performance, but not the real essense of my true understanding of knowledge. She could never see things spiritually. And I had to peel my blood, extract some drops, and paint a cricle on the wall As my only Sun, until the Lord came. Do not ever underestimate the power of language and the insuation you imply. The psychological suggestion that are unaware could ruin a child's character and future. This is the worst education you could do to bury a child's future. The best mom and the worst mom in my life. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.4.120 ※ 編輯: celestial09 來自: 140.112.4.120 (04/08 09:30) ※ 編輯: celestial09 來自: 140.112.4.120 (04/08 09:31) ※ 編輯: celestial09 來自: 140.112.4.120 (04/08 09:31) ※ 編輯: celestial09 來自: 140.112.4.120 (04/08 09:32)