June 28, 2004

Crushed

I am only crushed by the things you say
Your words stick to me
Like a damp, hungry leech
They sting, yet you can't even grasp your acidic lingo
You don't seem to fathom that while you are just being friendly
You are my subconscious enemy
And I can't say one thing
Yet your words are the weapon of choice
They crush me with each pivotal stance