It's been several years
-and I still jump
-at the click of a cane
-on a floor, coming closer.

I still panic
-when someone slams
-things in anger,
-even in theater class.

I still hear
-your voice.
-calling me names,
-calling me worthless.

Just hearing
your common name
invokes memories.

I can't trust anyone
with your name.

-You're just common.
♠ ♠ ♠
This poem was used from my actual experience but the format and tone was inspired by poetry by Amanda Lovelace and Rupi Kaur. Highly recommend both.