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.
