Corkscrew

Don't you dare tell me that you know me. You don't know me. If you knew me, you'd know I just want to feel valued. 

Don't you believe in me at all? Answer me.

Never mind, don't answer that. Because you've hurt me enough already and you're too blind to see it. And there's no point saying anything more. We both know it's useless. You're always right, aren't you.

Don't you dare accuse me of not approaching you. Every time I open up you stab me, but somehow you don't even realize you're holding a knife. With every question you ask, you twist the blade in deeper until its corkscrewed so tightly in my heart that it'll take me years to remove.

Don't you dare say you didn't mean to. I already know that. You never mean to but that's when you hurt people the most. I despise the tears that run down my face so often because they give you power over me. 

I can hear your whispering and I know you're talking about me but I don't know what you're saying and I don't want to. 

You don't know me, so don't you dare say that you do.