Shame.

shame is an old friend you once knew, crawling up withered porch step and into your backdoor that you never thought to lock because if someone wanted to hurt you, they would have done it already. shame is a comforting pain, there is a kind of certainty in knowing that nobody likes you, everybody talks about you behind back, so you know to never try. shame lives in the curled lip of the sneer your mother gave you when you would share part of yourself that she couldn't no, wouldn't understand