Submition power and fear

Everybody is different.
Yet everybody is the same.
Everybody has fear.
Everybody has their own happy place.
She is mean,cruel, obnoxious,arrogant, and powerful.
She yells... She screams.
I do not bend to her will...
 I have no fear in my eyes.
All of a sudden she sees a flicker in my eyes.
Of what? I dunno.
She submits. She has fear.
I stud up for myself.
Something, she had never seen before.
She feels naked at what she thinks is power,
at my free and fearless
soul.
Now she is powerless.
She thinks I have the power.
Yet I feel the same as her.
I feel naked, and fear my own shadow.
My soul is trapped in an endless SCREAM.
A SCREAM petrified of its own matter.
Not solid, not  liquid,
but a transparent wind,
so different from what my outer soul reveals.
I feel empty and powerless.
But she doesn't know that...
And I... Won't say otherwise.