My Twisted Life but The Grace of God That Saved Me

<p>A book of written word or poetic expressions of my addiction my hurts my confusion and pain as I sought a revelation of who I was. You were the monster I thought was in my closets and under my bed I could feel and not see. I am confused. Is love pain? Or pain love?You distorted my reality turned lies into truth and truth into lies. Is love supposed to be this way?How can I find release?You have controlled so long.You have taken a child's song and turned it into a nursery rhyme that no longer rhymes. You have stunted my growth. Even though I am grown. You can't pretend to protect you can't do both.</p>