Generational Trauma

A blessing in disguise.

Meaning the compromise?

Trying to say it’s tough love.

But feelings are shoved

To the back burner forgotten,

Connection rotten.

Faking a smile, moving on,

Never to be drawn

Into each other’s energy,

But it’s a sin for me,

To protect my well-being,

From poisoned words

Masquerading as wisdom.

Cycle continues in this

Garbage system.

Not knowing how to drop

Living like a doorstop.

Preventing damaged walls,

But after all,

The paper still peels,

And reveals,

Internal damage.