by: A.C. Cash

You with your timid posture and slanderous tongue.

I see you break others down to build yourself up.

You with your spiritless soul dressed in a guise of blue and yellow prayer hand emojis. 

I see you hiding.

You with your grandiose gifts and unrealistic ideation.

I see you take what you can’t afford and pass it off as Love.

You with your morning anxiety and midnight insomnia.

I see you toss and turn your way into tomorrow, leaving claw marks in yesterday.

Oh, I certainly see you.

For every day I have lived, I have seen you.

I don't want to see you anymore.