“Am I too sensitive?”
I think to myself the words
That cut me deeper and deeper each time
They come from your mouth so easy
You call these words
Stating the truth
But just because something is true
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt
That it is not supposed to hurt
You don’t have to say what is true
I live with it everyday
Living with the trauma it brings
Just because I don’t want to hear it out loud
Doesn’t mean I want to live a lie
Just because it hurts
Doesn’t mean you’re revealing anything to me
Hearing the truth out loud
Brings the pain to the forefront
And comes into hyper focus
Tears I suppress
Because if I cry over this
I’m bound to break down
Slowly but surely deteriorated
Ground down to the nub
Because you wanted to smother my face
In the ground
To see the truth
The truth that I already know is there
Poetry Witch 