7 years old
 

I was called names
behind my back
because people 
are cruel in their
own ways.
 

8 years old
 

The names haunted
me until I couldn't
even summon up
the courage to
look into the
mirrior in the 
morning.
 

9 years old
 

You slowly started
to creep into my 
head, and started to 
feed me lies saying
that I would NEVER
be good enough.
 

10 years old
 

You invited anxiety
into my head when
I was being touched
in places a 10 year old 
should never be touched
as a minor, without
consent.
 

11 year old
 

By this time, I
had you and anxiety
creeping around in
my head, and you
told me everyday
that my body was
worthless and should
never be loved by
myself or others.
 

12 years old
 

You haunt me with 
past memories every
single day, and along
with that, anxiety makes
me overthink every fucking 
memory that I have stored
in my head.
 

13 years old
 

You keep showing me 
memories that I keep 
pushing away, but you
loving showing me
them because you love
to torture me by causing
me pain that I forcefully
push back with a smile.