Shut Down

Cringing by the sound of your voices,
Eyes all on me.
Judged.

I can worry about myself.
I need space, air.

I need loneliness, isolate.

Your criticism isn't going to change me,
Or make me move faster.

Stop staring, judging, whispering.
Start asking, talking, trying.

It makes me happy to displease you,
It disgusts me that your happy when I'm unhappy with what I see in the mirror.

Content in my state of shrivel.
And I will literally shrivel to pieces,
Without you kept quiet.

You need a muzzle for that,
I have my own trap permanently yelling at me inside my head.