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.