I. Am.
you think i need you.
how dare i disagree.
your smugness permeates
the air when i speak.
such grand, faux hauteur!
you say i don’t matter;
you yearn to shut me up.
our eyes lock; my tenacity shatters
your self-imposed, superior vantage.
you squirm that i see beyond the facade
of your fragile, padded ego.
i meet your insolent glare and
you’re nervous because you know that i know.
you know how long i’ve known.
you think i need you.
you want to silence my soul?
you don’t have permission.
only me. because
i. am.
~karenlee
finding merle 