CPTSD/Disorders of extreme stress not otherwise specified

As a small child I was happy and free,

Until the age of seven when I was no longer me.

I forgot how to smile and ripped out my hair,

I forgot how to live and life got worse from there.

I’d escape to the library and immerse myself in books,

They were my only friend,

When I was bullied for my appearance and my looks.

I cried in the hallways and watched myself zone out,

I had difficulty concentrating, my abilities filled with doubt.

Social services said I’d never get anywhere in life,

Because of weak learning capacity so I accepted my plight.

Until I moved to Norfolk,

Where they told me I was bright,

This left me feeling confused,

Now my soul is the dark knight.