Words fly at me your so spiteful 
i feel hate at the same time 
you love the position i have 
or is it the power i have on you 
You echo gestures my shadow cowers 
from grip marks on my wrist reminders 
of my search for solitude 
A mountain of weight bares 
down and i'm suffocating 
My defiance of you higher power 
your pushing me away from this family 
and ached to be so tight knit 
but we slip through stitches loosely worn