victim.

A exhaled breath,
Comes out shaky and distressed.
Are things going as planned?
Is this what you wanted?
I pull at my hair, frustration evident.
Angry tears threaten to spill on pale skin.
Showing weakness, I scold myself.
Knowing better than to show such emotion.
But the tears do spill, and my body does quake.
Lungs caving inward, I try to steal air.
Why me?
Why did you chose me?
I tried to be perfect for you.
Didn't speak out.
Didn't eat.
Didn't seem real.
The room grows smaller.
I crawl into myself.
Leaving this place.
I can't live like this anymore.
I can't live at all.
The last of the tears fall.