Sweet

The word repeats itself in my mind.

“You’re so sweet.”

It feels like a sickening label that can never leave.

Sweet.

The word repeats itself in my mind.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

I can’t stand hearing it every hour of the day, every single day.

Sweet.

The word repeats itself in my mind.

“You’re a sweetheart. I love you.”

It feels like a nightmare that I’m too deep in.

Sweet.

The word repeats itself in my mind.

“Sweet thing. You’re never evil.”

A hurricane slowly erupts inside of me.

Sweet.

The word repeats itself in my mind.

I can never get rid of the label.

It’s forever glued on.

And what is worse is that I can’t do any wrong.