I Hate Being Reminded...

I hate being reminded of you
Of the way you treated me like I wasn't worth holding on to
Like my voice wasn't my own
And that it wasn't worth hearing 

I hate being reminded of you
Of your face when you told me to leave
The image of you laughing at my expense
And telling friends that once were 
my "true" nature

I hate being reminded of you
The anxiety that fills me with no control
The emotions that I buried and have let fester inside
I am burning at the thought of you

I hate being reminded of you
Your vision of me forces itself against my skin
You are not worth a second of my time or a section of my thoughts but you are there and it kills me
To no end

I hate being reminded of you

I hate being reminded of you.

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