What Happend? Poem by brooke dietz

we use to be best friends.......
but now ur causing me suffaction
and i dont like your domanantion

when you get mad i can feel my veins pulsing
when your are sad i feel like im the one who is suppose to pick up the pieces
im tired of these places

im tired of the walls closing in on me
why cant you see

those panic attacks
you say just relax
dont you understand i cant

its only when i talk to him is when i feel the least bit relaxed
why cant you see all of this?

probably beacuse i can put up a good front
but you call me your little girl
so shouldnt you know by now

im being suffocated, unreconigzed
forgotten and unloved
at least i still got him............