Shallow Soul

You taunt and I want to rip you to pieces 

for opening my humanity 

to make me bleed at your words.

My insecurities flood the ground 

because I believe the words you say 

that should mean nothing 

if only I knew who I was.

I say nothing, 

you do not feel my rage or my hatred.

My back is to you as I walk away 

my feelings pouring warm as blood from my soul.

I have let you say who I am, 

mold me like wet mud wrapped around a pool of water that holds 

all that I am.

Rippling with each taunt, you skip over my waters 

and sink in deep, 

your lies drowning to become me.