I would just like to start off saying you rub me the wrong way. I see you when I wear something I wanted to like myself in. You remind me that I’ll always be a busty woman. I will always be stared at in the worst and best ways.

When we are at work and my habits are weird and easy to make jokes out of, do you take pleasure watching curl into myself? Do you know how many times I count my flaws? Who made you hate yourself so much?

I hope you hear you me when I call next time. You watched it ring knowing I forgot my key. I’m outside, the weather is harsh. Please let me in.

I know these are all little things that I should acquire thick skin for. Sand Paper you’ve rubbed me paper thin.

Yours Truly

Tired of Being Burned