You know you are going to have a bad day
When someone yells at you at 5 p.m.
And you spend the rest of the day
Looking out the window
Until it darkens and you start to freeze;
Locked up in the bathroom
With the water on
Staring at the tiles on the wall;
Covered in your blanket
Up over the head;
Sometimes not going to eat or pee for hours
Out of fear of leaving your bed
All because some stupid, painful words
Have remained stuck at the back of your head.
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