In My Head

You push me around,

You say it's just harmless fun,

Well that is, you say that to the teachers and adults.

To me it's more than that.

You force me to smile and say 'I am fine,'

Even though,

I'm not.

You're ripping me from inside out.

The painful tearing and quick beating of my heart.

You are my anxiety.

I am afraid of what will happen,

What will happen when I speak to someone about you.

I don't trust you.

I don't trust anyone.

Why would I?

The quick beating of my heart and the ripping of my brain controls me.

~Nadine