Playground Bullies

You try to be:

The ice crystal that pierces my heart,
With your sharp verbal splinters;
Shooting incessantly,
Causing a brain-freeze,
With your plastic white winters.

The sword that slices me open for all to see,
Until before you I beseech,
While imaginary people cheer you on,
You realize that reality has gone;
Live the fantasy you cannot reach.

An ant trying to get into the cracks,
Crawling inside my blood vessels,
Telling me my blood is blue,
Waiting for me to see if it’s another hue,
I will not crush myself with mortar and pestle.


You are:

An itch underneath my skin,
An itch I cannot satisfy,
Seething underneath,
You bare your teeth,
In your smile I can see you lie.

A double secret agent-lawyer,
Exactly where you aren’t supposed to be,
Finding every loophole in the contract,
Except that this one's airtight and intact,
With no exit or entry.

A little like my thoughts,
You irritate but I’m not angry;
You’re just like a prevailing, pestering flea,
And like a prevailing, pestering flea,
You are no good for me.