Don't look at me like that
It's not the tape
that keeps you silent
It's the cowardliness
of your voice
I bet it feels so good
To have someone you can hate
To have someone you can blame
Must be easy
Must be nice
To never have to look inside
For it's everyone
It's everything
Everything but you
You let them close
You let them do it
You love to be looked down upon
You love to play the victim card
It means you never do no wrong
It's kind of funny how you work
You find your power in your suffering so to suffering you go.
YOU ARE READING
Wounded
Poetryafter a long break from writing I'm finally confronting my wounds again.
