This ******* thing
Gripping, ripping tearing,
Worse screaming reeling abused and wailing,
This thing grasping at
My patience. I hate this.
Can’t take it,
I want to make it all fall away,
But I’m so afraid that when,
I escape from this blanket,
You have  carefully placed, tight
Against my angry face,
That you will be nowhere,
Gone like the sound of
The words you say but do not mean.
Fabric tightens.
Now I cannot scream.
Forgive me
For now I am gone.
Forgive me
For I cannot be what I was before.
Forgive me for my inconsistencies
I cannot be sure of anything
Anymore.
I am so angry.