I am the wire
that has frayed over time
without any indication
because of my plastic covering.
I bend
molding to other's specifications
to maintain use value.
Eventually,
my veins are going to snap,
and my skin
will not be able to
hold in the blood.
I will be
the deactivated bomb
forgotten in a closet
until one day
I detonate.
This is what happens
when you try to fill
an already full glass.
I am the girl
who holds it all in
until one day
a simple trigger
will start a disaster.
I am a slippery slope--
one incident
after another.
As I wither away
from the inside out,
no one will notice
until it's too late.
I am the rubber band
which has been
tightened and released
to the point where
I have lost all resilience.
I am the windshield
with a barely noticeable crack
that increases in size
blocking the view of traffic
ultimately causing a collision.
Spiraling downward
my will to continue dissipates
and I am back
at square one.
The cycle continues,
but one day
I may not make it
to another iteration.
