A disturbing scene unfolds every time my anxiety throws itself onto my back and latches its claws in my shoulders. 
A bullet forever lodged in my bones, I only know this pain.
My heart is paper thin and breaking the minute I feel unwanted when they spit their poison at my skin and expect not to see a bruise.
Restricted to their frame of reference, they have said it a million times before, I've got to learn to not take things to heart,
like this isn't an act of abuse.