Monster

Eyes green as the emerald sea
The monster leering behind
Who has what you do not
Success is measured by what you have
Words. Chatter. More words.
Blah blah blah
Too many words to digest
Over and over the same words
What is there left for me to say
Voices grow louder
Phrases as sharp as knives
Stinging with each touch
As silence blankets over us

I am that monster
Telling you things you don't want to hear
Do you even hear me?
Or do you even care?
Over and over the same exchange
Words beaten down
Until all meaning disappears
Have to find blame in someone
Who else is there but me

I am that monster
The one refusing to give up
Does not obey every command
Not agreeable to a fault
I will play the part
A punching bag, if you will
Until all wind is knocked out of me
And I fall face down on the ground