Your words pour into my ear,
Echo around my brain,
Slash away at my skin,
Carve themselves in my memory.
Shoving me closer,
And closer to the edge.
Pushing me further,
Until I crack, until I breakdown.
You know what makes me tick,
But I canít help but get worked up,
I shriek and weep,
Until I canít anymore.
Your lies, and behaviour,
Donít prevent me from seeing who you really are,
Just a self-centred girl, that loves to make people snap,
To make herself feel better about her fears,
Her uncertainties, her suspicions, her existence.
One day you will comprehend how far you drive me,
But that day will be too late.