If I'm that much of a burden to you maybe I'll tell you one day
How much anxiety I get when someone angrily throws a plate at me
Or tells me how terrible I look.
Maybe I'll tell you one day
How much my voice quivers when I have to speak up for myself because you told me not to talk back
Or how much it hurts me to see you scream at the people I care about.
I don't like to play the blame game but maybe the trouble with everything didn't start with me. It started with you.
