I stopped

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I was scared

Scared of you, because when you were angry

You were loud

Loud as thunder

Loud as fireworks

You were screaming

I should do as you say

"Stop being so sensitive"

"Stop talking so much"

"Stop helping strangers all the time, they don't even care about you"

"Stop being so much you!"

You said that you get disgusted by me

Disgusted by me not loving the same as you

Disgusted by my sarcasm

Disgusted by my negative thoughts about myself

I just wanted it to stop

No more hurt

No more screaming

Everything always got to bright when you were around

It felt like my head was gonna explode

So I stopped

I stopped talking

I stopped helping strangers

I stopped being sensitive

Instead I got cold

I stopped being me

I stopped

Being

Me

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