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.