by Leo Booth & John Bradshaw
I was there at your conception
In the epinephrine of your mother’s shame
You felt me in the fluid of your mother’s womb
I came upon you before you could speak
Before you understood
Before you had any way of knowing
I came upon you when you were learning to walk
When you were unprotected and exposed
When you were vulnerable and needy
Before you had any boundaries
My name is Toxic Shame
I came upon you when you were magical
Before you could know I was there
I severed your soul
I pierced you to the core