stuck

there is no use in arguing with you

too stubborn

to wake up

you are not going to change 

you are not opening your eyes

you will not stop believing in lies

too stuck 

to get out

the point of return no longer exists 

note to self

the reaction needs to be:

only a node of head;

change the subject;

get used to ignore until its demise;

get far away from the path that

leads to you becoming a dreadful creature

and I, to shake, fear and shrink

to a tiny defenseless animal

because of triggers I know well 

and you pretend they are not there

the syndrome

of the one who has the king in the stomach

and a self-entitled god in the veins 

you never make a mistake

you are never the guilt of anything

you can not be wrong

and I am a zebra skinned unicorn