The neglected child,
Unloved, abused,
When they're
Adult,
Become confused,
When they encounter
Loving words,
They panic
And act absurd;
It makes them moody
And annoyed,
In short
It makes them
Paranoid;
And as to when
It comes to having sex:
Talk about an act
Suspect;
It diversifies
Into many equations:
Is it domination
Or invasion?
Those of us
Who have known neglect
Find simple love
Quite complex.
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Unfortunately the very foundation of love being trust is scarred by the hand of neglect and abuse...and again it is the same two, love and trust that provides a sense if healing.... You words must echo in the ears of many. I wish you the warmth of PEACE and hopefully PEACE of mind