Someone Needs A Coping Mechanism

Your weakness destroys my center.

Like being thrown onto a carnival ride in full swing

 without any warning

Full speed ahead into the stomach churning unknown

Full speed into your fragile state

Full speed into my fury, my disdain for your lack of perception

Who cares that no one can see, with the ride spinning and spinning

So fast, gyrating around my hate

Your tired stare, your strength sapped by 

poorer living through chemistry

The bile rises in my throat while the ride keeps on

Stomach flying high with your state of mind

The disgust and the adrenaline and the fear and the elation and the rage and the wondering

Your weakness destroys my center.