These words collapse your confidence. Your destructive existance 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.