Poem written by Janja Lalich in 1986, one year after leaving the Democratic Workers Party political cult. She went from cult member to cult expert. For more to this story, here is the link. I can relate to her powerful words.
"I guess the worst part about it
is what they did to my brain
They took my brain
and along with it my feelings
and my love.
They took my brain and made me something
other than I wanted to be
I lost sight of the meaning
I sunk into the madness
I lost my self-control
I wanted to make a better world
I was willing to fight for that
willing to sacrifice
But they took my soul
turned it inside out
made me something other than I wanted to be
And I guess the worst part about it
is that I did the same thing to others
just like me"