Tag: rage

• Rag Doll

  (October 27, 2011 9:27 pm est) I am tired of being your rag doll. I have spread myself far and wide for people who I could never say no to I have been a rag doll for many men A slave willingly offering my feminine sexuality Offering the opening of myself to be engulfed for nothing…

  Aya

  February 28, 2020

  Poems, Rants, Uncategorized

  alice miller, Alone, Artist, awakening, Bad Mother, beating, Being the oldest, child abuse, cinderella, courage to find yourself, Daughter of Narcissistic Mother, Evil, evil mother, Evil Parents, hatred towards parents, healing process, horrible step father, Narcissist, narcissistic mother, poems from daughters of narcissistic mothers, processing pain through your body, psychology, PTSD, rage, ritual abuse, sadness, sex addict parents, trauma

• The Wrong Reflection

  If people aren’t like you What are they like? If  I’m not like you What am I like? people can  see me Can’t they? I should ask them “What am I like?” I need to hear flatteries Saying nothing about me is just as bad as Shame triggering poisonous attacks makes me try harder to…

  Aya

  March 15, 2013

  Healing My Own N-traits, How to Heal, My Childhood, Poems, Uncategorized

  anger, childhood abuse, feeling your feelings, getting better, Healing, Horrible Childhood, hurt, narcissistic father, narcissistic mother, rage, self-love

• Rant #3 – Run Bitch Run

  What runs me is the programming that my mother relentlessly and violently punked into me. Which is let go of everything and let me tell you who you are and how to be. Don’t touch nothing, don’t do anything, don’t want anything, unless it is authorized by me, and that will be hardly ever. RAGE…

  Aya

  July 11, 2012

  Rants, Uncategorized

  bitch, courage to say how you feel, ending the cycle, I hate you, narcissistic mother, programming, rage

• My Narcissistic Mother is STalking Me

  She’s here. She found me. Yesterday I was walking out of my job and she comes from around the corner like its normal for us to see each other and she says,”Hi,” and keeps walking into the grocery store while I’m shouting her name. I couldn’t believe it was her. I was in complete and…

  Aya

  June 22, 2012

  How to Heal, My Childhood, Rants, Uncategorized

  abaondonment, abuse, Art, brave, child abuse, choicelessness, courage, da, Daughter of Narcissistic Mother, demon, entity, feeling alone, feeling trapped, Healing, insane mother, leave, mother stalking, narcisstic mother, process, rage