Eye of the Storm
Don't
Talk to me that way
You know
All the best ways to make me feel afraid.
I won't
Tolerate it anymore
Let you
Push me off my chair to the golden floor.
I am
Past surviving now
Turns out
Being scared
Has made me immune to all your sounds
You have
Made me into this
Dark Sounding
Eulogy of truthful bliss.
So now I am the eye of the storm
Calm but raging reckless reform
I let you
Underestimate me once
But never again.
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