Confrontation

What is wrong with it, does it envy your pain?



Projecting the thoughts onto her innocent frame,

Words that stab like needles and part oceans.

Why was she doing this? She doesn’t even know.

Stupid, dull, fragile, beloved.

Why did you believe me?



I wish I could take back everything.

Now she burns with rage at the world

But in a secluded way.

Oh fragile mouse.



Hushed voices in corners that vanish,

Will nobody say anything?

Speak! Who shall fulfill the deed?

Always trying halfheartedly, without truth.



Maybe I should try. Consequences?

Because I don’t want it to stop…

I want to be her

She is me

I made her me

Damn



How should I stop it when I myself am not truly fixed.

Maybe I will just destroy again.

Oh but these hot tears roll

They have a purpose.



Therefore I shall try.

To calm you,

But first I must face myself.