Emotional AbuseDaddy, please stop shouting.I love you, and I hate to see you mad.I don’t know what I did this time.Please, stop yelling, dad.I know you’d never lay a hand on me, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scaredOf your constant venomous words that can never be repairedYou’ve supported me as I grew up, and stabbed me in the back all in oneYou’ve told me to chase my dreams while tying my laces together so I couldn’t runYou’ve yelled until your face turned red, and even broke a few thingsAnd your declarations of hatred cuts my heart and stingsI know you don’t mean it, I know you’ll apologize soonBut that can no longer mend the emotional lacerations you have hewnSo I’ll wait for you to stop, although I keep doubting.Daddy, I love you. Please, stop shouting.
Social AnxietyEyes downcast, staring at my phone.No, don’t make eye contact. Just leave me alone.I crave for bravery and to not be afraidTo raise my hand in class with a unique idea and come off unscathedTo talk loud enough for people to hear instead of mumbling under my breathTo not need a shot or a beer to have a normal conversation at bestI wish I wasn’t afraid of people or the pain they inflictAnd to be blessed enough to see the goodness that existsA new chapter of my story unfolds, yet the old one haunts meThe creeping anxiety that nobody wants me.To get up and talk at a party and make a new friendInstead of sitting on the couch waiting for it to end.To have the energy and desire to live life while youngAnd not have friends who ruin your fun.What is life without people? What is life without friends?When is it time for my heart to makes amendsWith the past so that I may enjoy the presentAnd anticipate the future without fear of relentIt’s as simple as doing it