I feel it.
Bubbling beneath the surface, making tiny cracks on pale skin.
That toxic anger, that you filled me with,
Hitting me like a tsunami of hatred.
The games you twist round me, like a dancing riddler.
It drains me.
Drains me of strength, power and drive.
I try to leave, but my insides buckle under the power of your words.
Mind,
give me the strength to push through the crashing waves,
give me the power to push air to my lungs,
give me the drive to walk away.