Air

Grasping for air, for I can barely breathe.

You hardly notice that you're suffocating me.

As my heart races, faster and faster,

I can feel my blood rushing through my body.

I start to turn red and go pale in the face.

But for you can't see what your torture is doing to me.

We inhale and exhale, my heart beating a different beat.

Slowly, you let go and I begin to breathe.

This poem is about: 
Me

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