Would They Feel The Same If They Saw The Positive And Negative Traits In Me?

Ive seen things that were supposed to kill me
Things that were supposed to leave me cold

Things that were supposed to tick my brain so much to where they would have put me into a room with padded walls if i didn’t shove it deep down and let it out only when I’m faced alone with myself and my thoughts

Theres something eerie about facing others demons , having them permanently latch onto you as so called experiences , then being forced to deal with them when it wasn’t your fault nor your fate to deal with

Im still healing from the years of anger and rage thats been etched into my eyes over time

The brutality in which I’ve been treated has not yet won me over

Each day the healing process renews as i face myself.