Why must it be that others living their lives
feel the need to live my life, too?
Discard me when they’re done.
I was raised on manipulation
where outright lies were too broad a stroke
when half-truths, double-speak, and guilt would do.
I’ve suffered it all ad nauseam.
My experience screams in alarm,
for manipulation, as it happens,
has scoured my trust till it’s blood raw.
No more abuse.
No more trampled self-esteem.
No more manipulation.
Mistrust has protected at a cost all its own,
an evil bargain exposing manipulations—
that burn like night fires before my eyes.
©September 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne