Grotesque

These words collapse your confidence
Your destructive existence is nauseating
Fake, with no self-esteem; you're nothing
You change with manic uncertainty
Now i will be the master
Now i will choose my boatswain
I push myself in and out of relationships
But i don't know you
I push myself in and out of control
But i don't own you
Exactly how should i stand here, waiting for you to finally answer
As you verbally bash me