Don't I?

Pressure covers my head as I place my shaky hands to my ears, doing my best to block the words.

Nothing seems to work, I press harder, willing with everything that the blows will stop.

A tear falls down my cheek, leaving a wet trail over my face, it trembles at my chin before dropping into my lap.

Why won't these horrible words stop? Can't people see I'm strong and won't let something happen? I was the accident, I refuse to make one.

These words lash at him, the one I love, the one I trust.

Now they make me distrust him, eying him with fear and thoughtfulness.

Whenever something right happens, people must make it wrong, turning me on who I want to love and who I want to hate.

I refuse to bend to these hard words, I know who he is.

Don't I?