Isolation

I’ve isolated my world.

Everyone but you my dear.

So now I’m all alone.

You isolate me.

You don’t see me.

You don’t see the harm you caused.

Your anxiety is my worst enemy.

There is always something.

I wish you would just admit that you don’t want to be with me.

Everyday there is always something.

Clearly what’s wrong is me.

You isolate me.

Slammed the door in my face again for asking you what’s wrong.

Leaving me curled up and crying wondering what I did again.

You isolate me.

Wondering what the difference is between mental abuse and having anxiety.

Maybe your anxiety is just your weapon, your choice of armor.

You isolate me.

Tell me it’s my fault again.

What did I do this time?

Did I ask what’s wrong again?

You isolate me.

I’m crying on the couch again.

You destroy me.

Then tell me it’s your anxiety again.