It was loud.
I don't remember
How.
I just know I learned
To give any space
A sound.
Voices reflected
Off my ears
That space between our bodies
Was all that I could hear
Do you realize when you do it?
Do you recognize that
Whenever you talk to me
I hear nothing that is said
I've fallen victim to the wickedness
The tone that you construe
It rings out louder than any
Words between me and you
You radiate a darkness
That counteracts the light
I can see you trying to let show through
Your manifested night
But in order to hold onto
The relationships you've built
You must utilize your kindness
Rather than trying to guilt.
Perhaps you just don't see it
Perhaps you like the feat
Of conquering your loved ones
And putting them beneath.
Unfortunate it is
This poison you emit
Even in the good words
I can taste arsnic
It's sprinkled in your attitude
And slipped into our mind
I find myself collapsing
Into your venomous bind
Nothing is good enough
No thanks or gratitude
You find appreciation
By capitalizing on our debt to you
And just know that it hurts
With every negative lapse
Our two steps towards you
Comes with six large steps back
You've become a monster
Destructive to those around
I really hope you're happy
I truly hope you're proud
You finally got what you wanted.
Our submission and our pride,
Talking back and engaging gone,
By our silence we abide
And know when you apologize
And you detect our passiveness
Remember that's what you created
From making us feel less
I no longer hear you.
No matter what it's about
I've been trained to make my silence
A thousand times more loud.
.K SG C.
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