Inhale.
Exhale.
A simple task that made the day great,
Yet every time I stop and listen to your words,
My head starts pounding,
My eyes turn red.
I bite my tongue to keep from yelling back.
Tears start to bubble, threating to spill onto my rosy cheeks.
I start to see the gray clouds turn red as I hear the disappointment in your voice.
Breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I relax,
Though the tears still silently fall down.
I take it all,
Knowing it'll happen again.