They ask why I am so angry.
They ask why I am so "sensitive to the little things". They question why I don't accept their claim of intimacy. They wonder why I am so blunt about how I want to be treated. They mumble at what they call my harshness. They walk away saying "she's too much".

I sit up in the morning feeling heavy, even as I just wake. I sit up with the weight of my loneliness and angst trying to hold me back.
I can hear the weight of them trying to pull me back.
I ask myself why...