Forged in the shadow of early turmoil, emotional detachment becomes both a shield and a survival strategy. This poem traces the arc of a life constructed behind an armour-protected fortress—where human relationships are viewed with distant, calculated precision, and sentimentality holds no power.
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The Difference Between Us…
I look at my son today and see a child who lives without fear, knowing only safety and warmth. But looking at his freedom means looking back at the child I was—the girl who had to hide behind glass just to survive. This poem is about that contrast, the vow I made to protect him, and the quiet hope that one day the walls inside my own mind might finally drop.
Am I A Monster?…
My childhood taught me that love is dangerous. Between a violent alcoholic father and a mother who refused to leave, my child’s brain simply cut the wires to survive. I don’t love, and I don’t want to be loved. It’s just how I am and I don’t miss something I’ve never had. But I am not a monster. I am just different.