My mother is a narcissitic sociopath.

My mother is inable of loving someone the way she loves her own ego.

Everyone thinks I'm the bright light of kindness,
When in fact I'm a bright Red glowing light while I fight back the demons;

Mashing their teeth while they want to go straight for your juglar to repay you for mistaking my kindness for weakness yet again.

I took care of my mother for multiple years, because she couldn't be alone.

I became a punching bag for her anger, she is the first demon I faced.

Her dark eyes, with no light, held a wrath I can barely hold a candle to that flame.

Thank you Kelly. Breaking me, made me successful.

Even if I'm a feral animal chained to a post.

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