When I was eleven, you told me that I would never be enough, that I would never matter enough to someone to fight for me. I’ve taken those hollow words with me these past twenty-one years.
Those hollow words have shaped who I am, someone I am ashamed of being. Your words have created a chaotic mind, swarming with disgruntled expectations, an empty heart that no void can fill. A place where a mother’s love should reside.