Your emotions bruise me. Like how my body bruises so easily. You words cut like a knife into my skin. Your screaming voice is like you hitting me in person. An yet you always blame me for things out of my control.
You call me slut...whore...stupid and selfish. Ungrateful, un-teachable, lazy. You tell me to shut-up. You tell me to be quiet. You have clipped my wings and then have the nerve to ask me to fly. You say "be free and leave" and you block the exit out. You lock the doors and corner me. You yell at me until I shut down. Until you think you have silence my voice and my behavior into submission.
I wish you would be angry silence and we could talk about it later but you are loud and push it. Yelling at me about the same stupid thing or mistakes for hours on end. Or when you think you have gotten it through my thick dummy headed skull. I will never learn when your screaming...I will only shut down and run.
