Grotesque

These words collapse your confidence.

Your destructive existance is nauseating.

Fake, with no self esteem; you're nothing.

You change with manic uncertainty.

Now I will be the master.

Now I will choose my boatswain.

I push myself in and out of relationships.

But I don't know you.

I push myself in and out of control.

But I don't own you.

Exactly how should I stand here, waiting for you to finally answer.

As you verbally bash me.