The great big bad wolf standing 6 feet tall.
With the feeling of being 3 feet with no control over them.
As if you are a broken brake trying to control a race car on a track.
With each and every word coming out of their mouth.
The words cutting into the fresh flesh like knives.
Pain, guilt, judgment, all the feelings rushing back to you.
The feeling of not being worthy, feeling judged by every little thing.
Each and every thought flowing through your head.
Wondering when is it gonna stop.
When is enough, enough?
Is something gonna happen if I stand up for myself?
Every little thing builds the anger higher and higher.
Holding the tears back so that nobody sees how you really feel.
The feeling as if you are just a lonely piece of trash in the middle of the road constantly getting run over by cars.
Time ticking like a time bomb about to explode, every second, every minute, every hour building up the pain higher and higher.
As the pressure gets higher, starting only with a crack.
Each and every crack adding up
Until you just explode.