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Standing in one place

Holding my breath while trembling

Waiting for your next step

You quickly come up to my face, and you say "What the fuck did you just say?!"

My lips are zipped

My knees feel weak

I have no answer

For you cannot be pleased

Like candy from a baby you steal my innocence 

Being around you is like walking on egg shells made of glass

Feeling every shard slice the bottom of my feet raw

Watching you survey me in the corner of my eye

Waiting for me to hit that trip wire you set up just for me

Torn down, piece by piece, again and again

Your words slash through me like razor blades

Your weapons not only brought on my the flick of your tongue, but by any object you can grab or throw

My body picked at bit by bit

My calves too thick, my body too skinny, my areolas too big, my skin too pimply 

I cling to you like a barnacle on an old boat on the water that's never been wiped clean, after ages of neglect

I long to hear the genuineness in your I love yous

To see the pride on your face when you look at me, and know I won't be met with backhanded compliments of discontent

I long

To hold your hand

Just because

To hear true pride in your voice

To not have to dance around you like a puppet on strings

I am only but a child, mom

I am only but a child

Your child

The one you brought into this world

And yet your stare

That glare 

Of such hatred and jealousy

It will never go away 

You will never change

You never changed

And so I have to say, mother

Goodbye