is that the faint sounds of booming profanities filled with rage,
or is it the sound of my stomach curdling,
because i'm so anxious that i feel physically sick to my stomach,
what's going to happen next,
am i going to have to step up and fight,
i know i need to,
but look at me i'm paralysed and all i can do is shed a single tear,
thoughts beat around my head,
i have no one,
my hands shake,
my freezing toes curl,
and my breathing shallows,
what do i do ive now been incorporated into the conversation,
i don't belong in the conversation,
you're using me as a pawn in your manipulation game,
stop it,
go to sleep,
shut up.
