You are quick to arms
But all you use is your voice.
You spit out bullets
Aiming for the heart
But all you have is hot air.
You huff and you puff
Like you're the big bad wolf
But all you are
Is a man with a bull horn.
To you force is not physical
But mental and emotional.
The only thing you push and shove
Is my self-worth
Lower and lower
Down my throat.
I'm choking
I'm drowning
I'm dying.
I need air
But all I inhale is your hate.