Riana

Why do I stumble beneath your feet?

I am a jester, a peasant, a pawn

You,

A puppeteer with prying eyes, flaming daggers

Watching as I hang helplessly from a thousand strings

Young doyenne of these hallowed halls,

What is in store for me today?

Will I fall beneath you once more?

Will I tremble before you?

No malice is restrained from the metal chains upon your teeth

The poison that runs ferociously from your lips is left unkempt

You wake at dawn with that rampant flame in your eyes

A blustering storm of torment awaiting me each day

Monday, I am exasperating

Tuesday, I am invisible

Wednesday, I am aggravating

Thursday, I am cynical

Weeks feel like centuries,

One century too long

But I have awaited this day, young tyrant

My time has come for redemption

A dominating fortress towers above me

But today, I ascend these concrete walls you've built

Today, I stand upon its snow crowned peak,

And in the most deafening scream I uncover you

I expose you

I reveal what lies beneath your specious, porcelain skin

For I have discovered my long lost weapon

My voice is my weapon of choice

But fear not

My piercing cries of conquest are for your ears only

My words,

They are not poisoned, not evil

They will only bruise your ego

Young tyrant, you are ruthless

You have given me more than bruises,

Today, you plead for mercy, as I have

You ask forgiveness, as I have

But you are powerless,

You are merciless,

You are unforgiving

Monday, I was exasperated

Tuesday, I was invisible

Wednesday, I was aggravated

Today, I am invincible.