Helpless

it is torture

I kick, I scream, and I throw things
but you still don't care to notice.
So I run away.
Far enough where it is not you I hear when I think,
because I know the corner of my eye well
how you watch my steps within these boundaries
and can trace my weaknesses back to you.
That is what has chained me here.
Eyes that sear my subconcious
and break my heart
with a grace I can but only help to admire.
That all the while turns so mercilessly
bringing me to my knees.