Where Did My Voice Go?

So here we go again.
Screaming at me for another countless time.
Making me feel so small.
Dirt under your fingernails.

Why do you bother?
Bother to waste your time on me?
If I’m truly as small as you tell me…
Why bother to hurt me?

My questions go unanswered.
My love not given back;
Wavering.
And thoughts of leaving cross my mind again.

Again.
Again?
Have I heard that word before?
Can’t believe I’m going over this… again.

Your words hit me hard,
And they tend to sink in too deeply—
Cutting through the thin skin I have.
But sometimes, when I’m lucky, they throw themselves back to you.

That’s when my love’s burnt out.
That’s when I only see haze.
That’s when I feel the power you get.
That’s when I find my voice.

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