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She stood up and every time she was knocked down.
“Get some backbone,” her narcissist father said
“Look at me I take no shit from anyone.”
And he didn’t as he walked over every man or woman in his way.
But she was not like him
He was no role model for her,
Rather he was a bully and a man she despised.
Every time she exposed her heart it was broken.
The cruel and the manipulative
Fed off her vulnerabilities
Laughed whenever she protested.
Finally, she felt a punching bag
All substance going from her
What was left but a shell filled with stuffing
To numb and lessen the pain of rejection.
On her bed, she wondered what there was to aspire to.