Discouragement

You are the wrinkles in my silk dress
that rip my day
and make me cry.

You are the breath of despair
that comes from somewhere inside me.

The go-along jerk
that brings me to the very top
of the cliff.

You toy with my heart,
pretending to break it when
you really are.

You are the gray air
that waits in the corner
for me to hear about.

You are the anger.
The demon
disguised as words.