I am a game of charades and you are on the wrong track

His eyes bore into mine like green poison arrows. They are glittering, red, piercing. I blink, but I don’t look away. I return the glare with a wide shot of green, yellow and blue. I am challenging you. I will not give in. By giving in to him I give in to all of those who try to control me. You do so under the pretence of interest. Get over yourself. Best for who – me? Or is it you? Do you sleep soundly at night knowing you have been the best you can in each moment? You can’t – it isn’t possible. We all make mistakes. I am a game of charades and you are on the wrong track.