I feel sick,
Maybe it's anxiety.

Being honest about him
Has crushed my positivity -
It doesn't take much.

My optimism
Is glass;
It got broken
And I'm picking up the pieces.

He knows.
He knows what I think now.
He knows I'm not okay
With his abuse.

Because
I told someone.
I sort of wish I never had.

I'm sort of glad
That I'm standing up for myself.
I am proud.

I can tell
He's angry,
He's furious,
He's rageful.

Although
Now I'm safe,
Now he has to
Keep his rage to himself
Because I did something new:
I told someone
Who can protect me.

I refuse
To be hurt by him
Any longer.

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