I was never the type for small talk, superficial conversations.
I lay my life out on the table, never bite my tongue.
I refuse to hide myself, because you are embarrassed what they might think.
I can no longer bear to hide my trauma,
To extinguish my fury,
To act as if I am okay.
I am tired of flinching every time you raise your hand, or your voice.
You did not do all those horrible things to me.
Yet, it is you I am afraid of.
How am I unable to feel safe in your hands when you have been nothing but kind.
When your words have been nothing but sweet.
Although I want nothing more, I am unable to give you my heart,
because it was broken a long time ago and the pieces are still all over the floor.