Your frustration leaches onto me,
provoking the atmosphere to tighten.
You sigh as I lie helplessly,
defeated in a war that I was not apart of.

Through the dense fog lies your fray
and the childish games you undoubtedly return to without hesitation.
Amongst the haze you are much too indignant to strain your eyes,
only to observe your own silhouette as your foe.