Corroded Childhood

Chaos arose

when opinions clashed;

I was exposed

to the caustic winds,

steered by anger’s acid.  



Their criticism

salted my vision,

causing faith to deteriorate

and tarnishing

my perceptions.



My natural defenses

did not suffice

to resist these forces;

I was susceptible to them,

becoming eaten away by guilt.

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