A/N: It's fucked up, and scary. And I really fucking hate the world sometimes.
...and no, this isn't about me, just so you know.
standing in line,
his heavy voice weighs her down
without care for her delicate hands
as they tightly clasp her purse,
words drifting through her head.
the things he's been saying for years:
you're not good enough'.
and she looks away,
as the bitter pill
that's been dissolving in her chest
for way too long
loses one more layer.