How did it make you feel, knowing I knew your secret? -
But what about my secret? Knowing I was forced to keep it.
Was it my clothes? Was it my fear? that provoked your curious mind.
Knowing you were someone close to me; someone they wouldn't find.
Years go by, many sleepless nights, re-running that time in life.
Paranoia strikes, depression spikes, I thought my body was mine?
You may have taken my pride, but you have not taken my strength.
I've heard that Karma is a bitch, that's saved you a spot right on their bench.
The moment that time stood still. Like an invisible gun to my head -
filling my lucid brain with thoughts that shouldn't be left unsaid.
Heart racing, feet pacing, where could I go? What could I say?
Nothing could ever replace the betrayal I felt when you hurt me that day.
I tried to warn others, knowing what you would do -
they didn't listen, instead I looked like the fool.
I bruised, I tathered myself, inside and out.
I couldn't stand the thought of my body, I just wanted to get out..
But no matter how far I ran, or screamed to the top of my lungs -
I was silenced, put inside of a metaphorical drum.
Where I beat, banged, and clattered all the walls around me.
Echoing the repeating breaths I took, knowing this would forever be me.
For years go by, many sleepless nights, re-running that time in life.
Paranoia strikes, depression spikes....
I thought my body was mine?
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Poetry - Late Night Thoughts.
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