Please go away,
I beg of you please,
I pick up the phone,
I get on my knees.
I take off my clothes,
I cut off my hair,
the **** in you
has the victim in me
aware.

We think we are king and queen
when we feel the concern.
Other people’s mistakes are
what let our insecurities burn.
Here I am naked and
with hair I despise.
Did you forget your sympathy
when you saw the anger in my eyes?

The anger within,
can only begin,
with the fear
of going out
of ones
way.

The amount of control
you pretend to have
over me
gives me no reason
to stay.
But I will sit here until
you give me my clothes back,
you take away these scissors,
and you let your kindness
relapse.

Go back to the kind one
I know you can be.
But it’s too late,
I’m traumatized
by this memory.
I’ll think, I’ll cry,
don’t even let yourself
have another try.
It’s only a loss
when you look at yourself as
the Boss.