Everyday the voice gets louder,
Your voice in the maze of my mind,
Running to every corner,
Etching into the soft walls,
Rewriting every part of me,
Destroying my strengths,
Making them flaws,
I’ve kept quiet,
Kept to myself,
But I will have no more,
My body trembles,
My eyes widen,
Words slip through clenched teeth,
Pour out of quivering lips,
Each word slipping by the filter,
You stand there,
A dumbfounded mess,
As I put your hate on display,
Your body frozen by my frigid stare,
I dig into your eyes with my own,
I climb into the windows,
Traveling to your mind.
Opening the heavy steel door,
Shattering the thick lock,
Anxious of what lies within,
But what’s this?
It is but an empty room.
A cold room.
Etched onto the walls,
The names you called me.
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