My Board

Speak now;
don't let it get too late.
Something bad is about to run you over,
crush everything you have to hide,
Troublesome-anyone must agree,
Dwindling alone.
Weaker than tissue paper,
Any form of protection will dissappear from you this instant.
Becuase someone else needs your most prized possession;
and they want it now.
Fear is like the hand that slips over your mouth,
killing all abilities;
you want to burst away;
and blow everything apart that is keeping you down.
This other person is driven,
determined by desperation,
to shuck you hollow,
and take away good existance;
You'll never be the same.