Grotesque

These words collapse your confidence.
 Your destructive existance is nauseating.
 Fake, with no self esteem; you're nothing.
 You change with manic uncertainty.
 Now I will be the master.
 Now I will choose my boatswain.
 I push myself in and out of relationships.
 But I don't know you.
 I push myself in and out of control.
 But I don't own you.
 Exactly how should I stand here, waiting for you to finally answer.
 As you verbally bash me.