a new school of abuse

who taught you these new words?

“don’t be angry, don’t get nervous”

have you not heard it yet

that by saying these words

I won’t feel better, only worse

how could you think otherwise

when you were only taught in school

biology, chemistry, physics

mathematics, geography, PE

art, music, technology

and psychology never existed

now I think my disease

was half invented and half caused

by the abuses of my father and my mother’s roots

in alcoholic streaks

who never learned how to raise children

my father used to say:

“you can’t raise children”, does that mean

that they grow by themselves

like fruits and vegetables in the garden

only watered by rain and illuminated by the sun?

this controversial approach

has been in my mind from the very beginning

never confronted, just carefully thought out

that this concept

it makes no sense

so don’t you dare tell me how to feel now

when you do things you know nothing about

you think something I did was rude?

read about the diseases of the modern world

do we need more stuff to move away from this

humanity, though no one knows its name

no one knows where the true core lies

of someone else’s hell and your heaven

which you abuse for your own sake

then you say you have the worst of your life

when in fact all that you dared to do

was sitting on your own ass

counting seconds after seconds

until the narc’s rage backfires on me

poor victim, though you will always claim you were

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