How Many Times

As I look back at my childhood, I can honestly say that I can't count how many times I had to listen to the verbal abuse that my so called friends, my peers and even my clergy brought down on me.  I used to think that I had a target painted on my forehead with a sign that said take a shot.  The physical abuse wasn't as bad as but the emotional abuse stayed with me for a very long time.

I lost the ability to trust people.  I lost my ability to find goodness in myself.  I lost the ability to feel anything for anybody other than distrust.  To me, I was a worthless piece of human flesh that had only one purpose in life and that was to give others an outlet for their hatred, self loathing and just general meanness.

Michellewhois Michellewhois
1 Response Jan 30, 2010

This is really sad, I'm so sorry to hear that you went through all that but sorry doesn't really cut it here.<br />
I hope things are better for you now and that you are able to move on and succeed in life despite all the people who hurt you and held you back before.