You make my stomach churn.
And not in a good way.
When you pry me open with your yearning eyes,
Your yearning eyes that burn through my flesh,
That tear away violently at everything that is me,
And leave me a hollow shell of being,
Separate from all you believe me to be.
Left to feel the blame, and lifeless.
Guilt to wash over me
Like crashing black waves.
I wish not to possess your heart,
I shove it away.
I am not the girl you think I am.
I am not the girl you think I am.