Afraid I will... afraid i won't

  You walk all over me. All the time. Every day. 365 days a year. You say little things that you don't think much of. But i do. I'm remembering every mean thing you say and do and filing it away in the darkest corner of my mind. I'm documenting every last insult. Every snide giggle. Every dirty look. You don't think i take notice. But i do. More than you will ever know. Each time you tell me my hair is a mess. Each time you steal my seat on the bus, forcing me to sit alone with only my thoughts. Each time you trip me for the sheer enjoyment of humiliating me. Next time you feel the need to hurt me, think twice because it may the last thing that you do. I'm afraid that i'll snap someday. And I'm afraid that i won't.