You.
Exhaust.
Me.

From your words,
to your body language,
to your ******* presence.

You.
Exhaust.
Me.

I live day to day,
dreading talking to you.
I live day to day,
scorning you.

The only reason I tolerate you,
is because I have to.

You.
Are.
Me.

I live day to day,
dreading waking up.
I live day to day,
shying away from mirrors.

I.
Exhaust.
Myself.