Take this away
This resentfulness i always feel
My heart aches with every word you say
You no longer have value in me
I hate everything you do
Your pride mocks every agony you feel
Louder
Louder
And louder
I want to run away from every inch of you
Behind this attic reveals every secret you hide
The game goes on and on and on
But no longer assure your victory
For this game is ours to play.
YOU ARE READING
BREAKTHROUGH
Poetrya counterpart to my poem Paper Towns as suggested by @RickyTaylor18
