I can't keep letting it go like this.

She keeps turning.

She turns and changes and I run. I run and I let her catch me and tear me apart. Why do I do that? Why do I let her get me?

It's too much. It's too much.

I can't breathe.

Why is it me that can't breathe?

I pull at what's choking me. Pull it back. Break it off me. Push.

Push. Push back. I'm strong. It's not her. It's something else.

It's not her.

It's not her.

I can't let her get to me because it's not her.

That's the trick. That's how she gets me. I think it's her but it's a trick. It's always a trick.

Always.

I'm stronger than this.

Claws and doom hiding behind that smile and that laugh.

She has everyone fooled but not me any more.

Not any more.