shit my brain spewed out

small.

I can't help but feel smaller
than a speck of dust. Just look what's left of us
as most of us become the monsters
in our heads and only a little
bit of us remain.
I can take the voices on and the
silent words that egg me on
but suddenly when you come in
I'm smaller than the period at the end
of this sentence.
It feels like I just can't win.
You're gone, but your actions linger,
I still continue to feel worthless and wrong.
I've done it all wrong.
Before you came I never worried much
about how I happened to come off.
Before you wandered in my life
I felt like I might've mattered at all
at least to someone.
Then you made me small.
You made me small.
Now I'm so scared of doing it wrong,
because whenever I did, you'd get mad.
I felt like I couldn't do anything,
and sometimes I'd break out the rubber band.
My personal life was not your concern,
but you invaded anyways,
I told you to please fuck off,
and you got way too angry and
now I'm small.