What Hurts Most

And then you yell at me
it makes me feel so small;
I'm a little girl again
seeking approval
and receiving rage instead.


I yelled at you one time
because I had a bad day
and you cry foul,
but when you are angry
it feels more personal.


So I hide my tears
and can't look at you;
I go to bed early
so I don't have to
face my feelings.


When I talk all I get
is screaming so maybe
I won't talk to you anymore.


I realize I'm shaking,
and if you knew what
I did for you this week
you would treat me better.


But no, you are oblivious
and think you did nothing wrong
and that's what hurts most.

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