By: Erik Masson
Why am I so afraid to say yes or no?
Why do I deny my own self-worth?
Instead I quiet at the slightest tone
Slave to the lashings of a silver tongue.
My skin has been peeled, raw to the bone
Ev’ry taunt or jeer burns like acid onto my flesh.
I would stand up if I knew how to walk.
Why can’t I just tell the world to fuck off?!
My blood is a running fountain that knows no rest
Wincing at the pain of every little paper cut.
A bitter sliver dug into my finger
Letting the wound fester
Into a stake that plunges deep into my sour heart!
And I hear the harrowing screams echo
Within these fragile walls,
My house threatening to fall.
I wait for the sound of glass to break,
But soon the house grows still
And the only thing I hear is the long,
Ragged breath of defeat resound…