words fly at me, you're 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 your higher power
you're pushing me away from this family and ached to be so tight knit
but we slip through stitches loosely woven