competing forces

i hate it.
competing forces
trying for king.
the yelling,
the fear.
i see it in him too.
i watch it get the best of him,
take over,
take him down.
it beats him and
the bruises, ripe and swollen,
send the rest of us a message:
we're next.

i know, i can hear them search for me.
and i go to sleep feeling the weight of war.
i know the regret of choice,
of love,
missing what was all together never mine,
needing what was never meant for me.