Judgemental? Yes. Abusive? No.

by: Amber King

Judging me.

You're spotlight burrowing into my skin.

I feel worthless.

It stings.

It hurts so much.

But I couldn't tell you what it was.

Do you hate me?

I wonder sometimes.

You don't know this.

But I do.

I feel as if I let you down.

As if I can't be good enough.

I feel like the walls are towering down on me.

Do I like school?

Yes. Yes I do.

I get away from you.

And your judgments.

It's a nice feeling.

But the pain is always there.

You're still judging.

You're still hurting me.

You don't know it.

But you are.

And I endure this pain every day.

And I'll never tell a soul.

Because I know it's for my own good.

And Because there's nothing they can do to save me now.