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.