When you yell,
Your appearance shifts.
Your words run through me like a ghost
And your face is suddenly his.
Goosebumps run up my back
And my hair rises like an aminal sensing danger.
My feet instinctively take position
And my arms snap behind my back.
I am a soldier. I am a robot.
I am everything he wanted me to be.
Stare at his nose,
It will be less scary,
I tell myself.
I find my eyes boring into yours
And you’re definitely not him.
His eyes have never held so much pity.