This poem is written by a good friend of mine – Howard Wright from Nottingham in the UK. Howard is an authentic man seeking to get to grips with his emotional wounds and he finds poetry to be a great outlet. I was brought up to believe that I couldn’t So when push came to shove I didn’t It’s not that I couldn’t, but I believed that my lot Was to aim a little lower, than the talent I’d got I got stuck in a rut I believed I wasn’t good enough as me That somehow, I needed another personality But acting is false, not being true And how long can you hide what’s essentially you You always peep through I believed that God was my foe I believed that love was a no-no If my mother didn’t love me, then why would they? But that need for love wouldn’t go away It’s a yearning, a burning, that still pervades I believed I was out of kilter My mother once said, “I should have killed you!” I believed her No wonder it’s hard to form relationships When your own mother holds views like this! She ‘slit my throat’, that’s what she did She might as well, have slit my wrists! I believed all those labels they put on me I was angry, aggressive, all kinds of things I knew I was hurting, I knew I was lost And what do they do? Stick their dirty labels on us! Those trained to care, were totally careless Did I say care? They were anything but! Yet I believed, I received their wicked lies And my heart, my soul, became the sacrifice I believed in lies!