Look in the mirror.
A reflection of myself and all the things I hate.
Who am I? A bitter self-conscious being who wants to spit in the face of every person I see.
Wash that smirk off your face.
Emerging from the dark cool water that envelops that all around me, I feel clean and refreshed.
What is that energy surrounding me?
I hate you and all that you stand for.
I see your face, I feel your touch.
Don't touch me.
Back into the water. Down down down.
My toes touch the bottom of the ocean floor. The bottom feels so smooth against my rough feet.
Trying to emerge from the water I feel the weight of you. I kick my legs to release myself from your grip.
I can't breathe. I can't move.