I’ve seen your misery;
You’ve poisoned me with your goddamned spite,
And each time I see that glower
I long to peel every inch of flesh from my face.
It’s sickening, this power you have over me,
The way you command my emotions with your eyes—
A glance for hope, an aversion for despair,
But never peace in this tempest of sensations.
It’s unfair, but you’re still so shallow;
Your perception is dense, oblivious—
You wouldn’t recognize such raw emoting
If it were stripped bare and flayed at your feet.
Nevertheless, the guardian I will feign,
Altruistic and placating as a gentleman can be,
But underneath this laughable exterior
Always I’m screaming at you, and one day I know you’ll hear it.