Yesterday you turned on me, again.
I did NOTHING wrong and out of nowhere your demons came out at my expense.
One hour and forty-five minutes of being berated and reprimanded for unknown crimes … Again.
Today, I am supposed to act as though all is well and that your emotional beating has left no scars. Those days are gone; I cannot pretend that I am made of stone.
I shatter under your words when you turn on me … Again and Again.