Your threats are harmless,
It's the hell in your eyes
That sends fears in my heart
Spine, mind, nerves.
Fear,
Please don't be angered with me,
I welcome your threats
A lot more than the hate
And fear present in your eyes.
I don't remember
You looking that way
At the other two.
Is that a look
You reserve for only me?
I don't want it.
I'm only 20 years old,
I can't handle this.
Barely.
Why do I always get
The hate?