Grotesque

	These words collapse your confidence
	your destructive existence is nauseating
	fake, with no self-esteem; you're nothing
	you change with manic uncertainty
	now I will be the master
	now I will choose my boatswain
	I push myself in and out of relationships
	but I don't know you
	I push myself in and out of control
	but I don't own you
	exactly how should I stand here, waiting for you to finally answer
	as you verbally bash me