Since You Went Out For That Walk...

I don't think anyone fully comprehends the situation I've been thrown into.  I'm not very good at describing the panic that washes over me like a tsunami each time somebody opens a door too quickly.  The smallest of reprimands sends my soul recoiling in despair for at least a day or two.  I don't dare bring it up ever again, hoping I'm the only one who will remember.

Y E L L I N G

C R Y I N G

S E C R E T S

There used to be one person I'd tell, but now it feels more like an assumption than a new, ugly, misshapen piece of my soul that I need to get out in the open.  It would get pretty obnoxious if after every time you asked somebody how their day was after your last encounter they listed off every time they went to the refrigerator to check for food.

So I just stopped bringing it up...

for the most part.  But then, every time I do, I regret it.  Slowly I'm starting to learn my lesson that silence truly is golden.  

I'm vocally startled quite often... meaning it's far from rare to hear an obnoxious scream escape my mouth over the tiniest of movements, whether or not they were meant to frighten.  

YOU'RE TELLING EVERYBODY ABOUT HOW YOU'VE CHANGED SO MUCH.  

NO MATTER HOW I TRY,  I JUST CAN'T TRUST YOU.

IN MY HEAD YOU'RE STILL THE ENEMY.

Something inside me says you always will be.