Weakness
I am sitting here, cautious.
watching for his next move.
I'm trying to not speak,
for he might punish me.
Why feel innocence?
when I caused this.
Why try to hide it?
when I opened my mouth.
I curse myself for stooping so low.
for getting away with my crime.
Now, look at me, acting all weak.
all because I spoke.
Do what you like to me.
I don't care anymore.
I just don't wanna live in fear.
I don't want to be here with you.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2020
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