It’s not the butterflies you get when your favorite sports team is down.
It’s not the tingling sensation you get when you hear your mother yell out your full name.
It’s not the feeling of your stomach churning when you forgot you had an exam today.
It’s the debilitating and paralyzing sensation when she lies to you again and again.
It’s the feeling that your stomach, heart, and soul are all melting into a puddle of crushing sadness when she goes off with people who hurt her.
It’s the overwhelming rush of nausea that you suffer through when she disrespects you despite all that you have done for her.
Anxiety to me is when the person I love most pretends I don’t exist or tells others horrible lies about me.
It’s when I spend hours every day helping her but in the end she throws it all in the garbage.
It’s when she hurts me yet I would never hurt her.
But despite all she does to push me away,
Despite the painful and twisted words,
Despite the obvious lack of respect for me,
I will always love her and watch out for her.
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