Exactly what do I have to do to be the person I’m supposed to be?
How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?
How could you think that it was a good idea?
How could you think everything would be okay?
I swallowed my heart and now it beats in the pit of my stomach
Acid rolls into the back of my throat with each painful throb
My fists are clenched and I have no idea why
I try to shrug but my shoulders are too set in their ways
I’m lying to every reflective surface hoping it will believe me
I don’t care
But my body rejects the sentiment