Rivulets of fear

Rain down on me,
Mark me. Rivulets of fear
creep up my spine.
Hold you? I think not.
Anguish, loathing, anger
roll into one almighty ball
of fury and sorrow.
Drowning my thoughts.
Face streaked like the window pain
How can this have come to be?
Your fault, my fault,
who cares or know.
Defective, reflective,
you torture me with your pain.
You enjoy it,
You crave me, it, something that I can't give.
so do it! go on DO IT!
I will not mourn your passing,
Will not bow to your craven wishes
Will not let you rule
will not
WILL NOT
it is ended, before it began, I hear you no more
I speak to you no more
I will NEVER let another do that
EVER!
I will not be your emotional crutch
your emotional punchbag
your font of pain and fear
...or Hope
no hope
it ends
now.