Love is a Weapon

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.

#Covert

#Abuse

#Confusion

#CPTSD