What part of abusing my psyche and throwing me to the wolves
do you think deserves love and respect in its immediate attention?
What part of discarded pleasantries and mousy conversation
makes you think this will get any easier?
Why do I sit here and let you belittle me?
Why am I such a nuisance to you?
Why don’t you ever stick up for me and my voice?
What about the space I take up makes you think my life has
any less value than yours?
What led you to believe that the way you say you love me,
holds any weight (or makes any sense) at all?
- Rachel Kathryn <3