Please go away anxiety
I don't want to hear how terrible I am.
It's not like I even care; I already know those things.
He forced it down my throat like old soup waiting for
Me to shallow the words.
If I throw it up, he will say it all over again until I lye in defeat
He laughs while I cry on the bed getting everything wet.
Knowing I won't fight back to scared for conflict and fights.