Reflection & Addiction (RNA over TNA)

I used to fall in love at the drop of a discarded dime  
Been emotionally abused more than a few times  
It should be a crime but I'm not a vic nor a convict  
I'm much mightier & wiser despite of the torment  
 
It aided in the development of the current me  
When looking in the mirror, I love the me that I see  
Bumpy has been many roads that I've traveled  
Sometimes what shines like a diamond is only bedazzled  
 
I'm puzzled as to why my third eye didn't see more clearly  
Maybe I just erroneously relied on my heart to lead me  
Introspectively, I'm reviewing scenes from historical footage  
Determining what has caused me irreversible damage  
 
Psychological carnage that I allowed myself to endure  
Prescribing poetry for relief from what has no cure  
Administering one to four poems daily to sustain me  
I've become addicted to this vice that we all call poetry