i see a sad face
and my heart breaks.
guilt washes all over me
as if it was my fault,
as if i caused it.
i remember all the times
i couldn't stand up for the weak ones and myself
and i am consumed with unbearable anger.
why is standing up for what i believe in so scary to me?
how do i stop myself from panicking when i want to defend what is right?
and if i learn to do so,
will the bad feeling
that creeps up on me,
go away forever?

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PoesiaPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles