Yes, I am sensitive,
And you know this
Ever since 'then' I haven't been the same

But you still
Say hurtful things

I can't help but ask:
Must I leave?

I've tried before and
I can only assume that
You don't or you didn't
Want me to go through with it.
Kind of hard to tell,
Your constant yelling and threats
were hard to decipher

But now, you put
These situations in my head
And I can't help but feel
Unwanted

I feel like a big baby,
And not the adorable kind

My voice becoming more
And more whiny and annoying
To my ears

That's why I refuse to rebut
I don't want to hear her voice

I feel like I'm
Locking a promise
Deep in the centre
Of my rapidly beating heart

A promise to go
A promise that'll make sure
That you won't need to insult
Or reprimand me again

But then I think of you
Being the one blamed
For my departing
For pushing me to the brink of insanity

I can't help but
agree with such
accusations

I think I might leave
Or I might chicken out again

My point is,
You knew and still know
I wish you didn't
So that this promise
Wouldn't be locked so tightly