Your Victim
YOUR VICTIM
I live free, in your prison.
I run, standing still.
I cry, without tears.
I scream, in silence.
I stand, when knocked down.
I smile, while I frown.
I have strength, although weak.
I have shame, in my pride.
I have feelings, deep inside.
I breathe, though I am dead.
I hear your voice, in my head.
I am your Victim!
Copyright © Patricia Doyle | Year Posted 2019
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