I know at 23, I should have the strength to stop all your words from affecting me so negatively
But you still speak so carelessly
And I let all your muttering get to me.
The venom you so maliciously spit infects me like a bug bite that insists to itch
And I don't have the willpower to leave it alone.
Every insult is repeated until the poison seeps deep, deeper into my bones
And I don't know how I still survive because I've tried all this time to find an antidote,
But - NOPE.
I'm alone, solitarily confined to my bedroom,
Uncomfortable in my own skin
Because with you I am sixteen all over again.
Insecure and unsure - volatile, ready to break
And you are capable of breaking me down in ways I never dreamed imaginable
And even with years of practice I still take the bait
Every time you wave one of my flaws in front of my face
NO EXCUSES, don't bother texting me attempting to explain,
IT'S USELESS - I threw my phone in a fit of rage
I'm still alone, busy learning how to cope and I hope when I'm 30 I'll finally be okay
Or you'll just