Worry.

When it comes to relationships,

I feel royally fucked.

I somehow got it in my head

That every man

Will be like my father.

That they will get angry.

So angry, that the yelling will make me go silent.

That his hands will make fists that pound the walls around me.

Startling me.

Scaring me.

Causing me to hide away until the storm has passed.

And sometimes

I worry

That I will be the one like my father.