I keep hearing your words.
Countless times.
Over and over.
Reverberating through my infuriated mind.
Your words are so low that I've brought myself to
Your level.
Am I just something to look at?
Am I just something to pleasure yourself with?
I am thrusting my fists into your gut, my hair is a
Mess, I'm tangled with distraught emotions, I'm tired.
I'm fucking tired of wishing you to insignificance.
Someone answer my screams.
I turn to face the mirror and see what has built up inside of me.
In this mirror I knock you to the floor, step on your body -- dirt -- as I leave the room, and
Leave you behind.
