Bruises

I don’t bruise easily,

So you can’t see the blue and purples in my skin,

But it does hurt more than normal,

And that is why I am always writing in my journal.

Why is it so hard for you to say you’re sorry?

Don’t you see the weight I carry?

Why does it affect me so?

I wish I could dodge this blow.

I tense up every time you call my name,

Afraid of what may come,

Is this normal, or am I the only one?

I wish for your love, I want to make you proud,

But most times, the voice of what you want is just so loud,

That when I want to hear my own thoughts,

I can only make out yours.

I want to stand up for myself,

Like the characters in my bookshelf,

But your giant and terrible form makes me a coward,

In the end, I am always overpowered.