You say you care.
I hear I don’t care stop moaning
You say I love you.
I hear sorry I don’t love you I just feel I have to say I do.
You say I’m beautiful.
I hear your ugly and repulsive
You say I’m worthy of your time.
I hear your wasting my time
You say my body is flawless
I hear your body is disgusting.
Your words go in, they sound so perfect.
Then anxiety mixes them up and tells me the opposite.
Every time you say something nice anxiety is there waiting to change it.
Your word’s never give me comfort because anxiety takes it.