I am done writing love letters to you
trying to flatter you with warm words and sweet rhymes
it is obvious you do not feel the same
since you moved in without my permission
I have done nothing but try to make you feel at home
I sat down when you said to sit
have even curled up into a ball for you
I have muted my voice because you said it’s too ugly to be heard
haven’t I been the perfect host?
I have tried to make you love me,
make you change how you see me, but in instead, I have changed how I see myself
I no longer see the girl who can conquer the world when I look in the mirror
all I see is the image of a broken warrior
The perfect host for anxiety
but not anymore,
I will speak out loud,
stand tall and kick you out.
Enough is enough; you are no longer welcome in this house.