In the shadows of a twisted love’s embrace
Lies the tale of a mother, a hidden face
A covert narcissistic sociopath, they say
A complex web of manipulation at play
From the outside, she wears a mask so well
A charming façade, a captivating spell
But behind closed doors, a different scene unfolds
A mother’s love tainted, a story left untold
Born into a world of emotional deceit
Where love is a weapon, a cruel deceit
Gaslighting and manipulation, her artful guise
Leaving scars on your soul, hidden from prying eyes
She thrives on control, a puppeteer’s delight
Crafting a narrative, distorting what is right
Your innocence, your truth, she twists and bends
Leaving you doubting, questioning, as the torment never ends
In her presence, your worth is stripped away
A pawn in her game, her power to sway
She feasts on your emotions, a predator in disguise
Leaving you broken, lost, and paralyzed
But rise, dear child, from the ashes of despair
For within you lies a strength beyond compare
You are not defined by her toxic embrace
Your spirit will soar, your heart will find its grace
Through healing and resistance, you will reclaim
The love and compassion she tried to maim
In the depths of darkness, you’ll find your light
And emerge from her grasp, shining ever so bright
Remember, dear child, you are not alone
Others have walked this path, their strength has shown
Together we rise, a community so strong
Supporting each other as we heal and move on
For the covert narcissistic sociopath mother’s sway
Will not define us, nor dictate our way
We reclaim our power, we reclaim our voice
And in unity, we stand, with love as our choice
My environment was very different behind closed doors. In the public's eye, my mother is a very good, caring, and loving person. She's a single mother "doing it all" supporting her child despite her child's flaws. I don't think people fully understand the word, "covert," or how someone can be so manipulative, that an entire system and group of people believe her charades. In my home, I was screaming for love and affection. That showed through my behaviors in public. All anyone ever saw of me, was an out of control teenager who disrespected her mother. When the truth was, my mother disrespected, no, abused me consistently though her actions and words on a daily basis. As I speak about this a lot on here, because I write a lot of poetry about it, I won't elaborate any further, because I believe this poem states it well. However, more stories will come out, and I apologize if some are repeated. If they are, then they haven't been fully processed yet.
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