There was nobody available for us children
To take care, to hold, to lead
To love
We grew like mushrooms after a hard rain
The others learnt to protect themselves
By pleasing others and disappearing behind a cloud of
Self-destruction and self-abuse
I learnt to be angry and take revenge
By hiding my heart in an armoured treasure box and
Putting on a fierce look with two clenched fists
I took on the world that wronged me
With the intention to make it pay for
Every single scar I suffered
Only that, as a result, I became lonelier and lonelier
More and more distanced
With each day I spent in revenge
…
I suppose, Life owes me nothing