I'm Here Now But You're All Going To Regret It

It's Not Control Of The Situation

Have you never understood things the way I always have? Is my thought process so foreign to your own?
Can I not hold a proper conversation without your belittling words? I never told, but it's not what you say that hurts, it's that you mean it. It's the looks shared when I turn away.
Please remember to build me up before you tear me down. I'm still recovering from centuries of not being good enough.
I'm still struggling with letting you hold me. After all it was us between which words that hurt the most were traded. There's a reason I don't often give you access to the thoughts in my head.
You want to see my words now, but you barely listened when I talked to you. You want to hear me sing, but I'll only let you when you stop looking through me.
You do all, save from just trying to pin me to the cork-board like a struggling butterfly. Stop stripping the achievements from me to point out the obvious.
The words you say are true but I would rather run away than hear it from you once again.