Written January 1 & 10, 2006

Tell me what to do, I’m not listening
You’re still here, pointing that finger
As if you’re any better

Another swallow and you’re no threat
All you have are words and fists you’ll never use
I provoke but you stand weak and unfailing, undaunting

I can’t be free with this
Screaming at you to tear me down
If you had a voice louder than mine would you use it?
I want you to see these tears
To be able to force the feeling out of you.

Is there anything that could coax your rage?
Bring it forward, I yearn to feel your hate
You can’t prove me a fool if you won’t use it
I think you a coward standing teary eyed
You’re eyes piercing holes through me

Here I am, shouting at you
Run away from me, I’ll follow
SAY it
Scream at me, hit me – I want to feel it!