Labelled for Life

Face to face with the girl in the mirror
Something not quite right,
an untreatable error.

She didn't turn out, like I had imagined
Her soul, it trembles,
blackened, beaten & bludgeoned.

Innocence lost to developmental naivety
Residual trauma still visible,
like a kaleidoscope of inequity.

Anger pulses, from every thread of her fabric
Woven with complexity,
a metaphorical straight jacket.

Darkness thrust into her, like an air bubble into an IV
By those who vowed to save her,
a sociopath with a P.H.D

A cold, shaking hand, her only true saviour
A cold, silver promise,
placed upon torn up paper

A blood stained envelope, her future was inside this,
One word, her death sentence
DIAGNOSIS

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