Break Me

I often wonder if people really believe That my ears can't hear and my eyes can't see. I watch as they throw more shade then a forest of trees. I'm a people watcher by nature, it's just what I do. That is how their bull I can see thru. Questioning my loyalty while they continue to do me wrong. Accusing me of things they have been doing all along. They mistook my kindness for weakness assuming I would break. Forgetting I was built for this , I won't even shake. I am tearing down the curtains they're trying to hide behind. They will all soon learn that I'm neither deaf, dumb, nor blind. They're going to learn that my ears can still hear and my eyes can still see. The fault is all theirs they can't blame it on me. Thinking they tricked me was their first mistake. Believing they could break me but can't even get me to shake. They should have been taught that all their evil is seen. They will never never break me because honey I am a queen.