see me

I would like to break you
Break you out of your reverie
Say, ‘hello, look at me’,
While you stare at, well, you.

In time I won’t care anymore,
I won’t have to talk to you like before,
I can be me,
I can be free.

Till then,
I need to fight the urge to break
The mirror in front of you,
Show you what you are missing
When you keep talking, keep insisting,
That your day has been the worst,
The absolute fucking worst it could ever be.
Stop. Think of me, think of she, think of we.
And I wonder, does she think the same as me?
How fucking tolerant are we??!