every word out of my mouth, to you
is like I’m breaking a bone beneath your wings
but you are not the angel that you seem.
every step I seem to muster up the courage to take
apparently isn’t in the right direction.
It feels as if everything I do is in front of a jury
but to you, my face is stained with sin
and no matter what, I am guilty.
I’m tired of being a dart board
for your pent up aggression
or a punching bag for your bottled emotions.
I will not apologize for being myself,
you have made me feel inadequate for far too long.
Every word you speak is a lash in my direction
and you wonder why I shy away from your presence.
You speak to me as if I am death ready to drown you
kicking my thoughts into the ground
one backhanded comment at a time.
There’s nothing I can do to make you change,
even if the tides of fate swarmed over you
holding the sands of time above your head
you’d still tell me, something along the lines of
"I wish you were dead."
Peace of mind doesn’t come often
for me it never seems to appear at all.
One day you will fall from the high horse
you have sat yourself upon and you will break.
then, only then, you will see,
chastising my every move, was your biggest mistake.