June

Words fly at me your so spiteful

i feel hate at the same time

you love the position i have

or is it the power i have on you

You echo gestures my shadow cowers

from grip marks on my wrist reminders

of my search for solitude

A mountain of weight bares

down and i'm suffocating

My defiance of you higher power

your pushing me away from this family

and ached to be so tight knit

but we slip through stitches loosely worn