This game we play is a vicious race
Your hand connecting to my skin is a shocking, lingering slap
You behave at an ongoing, horrific pace
I move throughout my day in a haze until you snap

me back to reality. At the beginning of our waltz, I was crowned
by your love. Now you throw
Thrash, and tear your infamous pain--- regardless, I am bound.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, I hope, but I know

that is not the case. When will I admit
what hurts the most is the emotional brick
that you placed in my mind and soul. I will not commit
myself to the world as a helpless victim -- maybe I might in a tick

Sadly I won’t. I will let you destroy me and mow
Me down for another day -- or a year until you reach my toe