How else could I have survived?
The feeling that enslaves my humanity,
An emotional prejudice.

Who would want to understand the feeling,
That shatters one's soul?
Confusing,
That the feeling start to find pleasure,
In emotional pain,
To submit to shame,
And wear suppression colours,
To maintain peace.

I was Blindfolded,
To hope for the best.
It's the first impression,
That persisted me to hold on,
To the unpleasant treatment.

Rejection can be too much to bare,
Especially from a care-giver,
A Pedestal.

I could've been Blindfolded,
By the...