Here I sit in silence,
unbroken, and diligent.
Around you not a word,
nothing is spoken.
For I have learned,
to hold my thoughts dear,
keep them inside,
your words I don't want to hear.
Sharper than knives,
more vile than poison,
The mask of lies,
the path you've chosen.
I've never felt so,
until you made it be,
your words so cold,
killing, slowly, painfully.
Do you not see,
How you are?
How we perceive,
your malicious nature?
Like acid,
every word, a single drop,
burning slowly through the skin,
another word, another drop.
You may become still,
silent for the moment,
however the burn continues,
when words are unspoken.
Why can't you change,
do you not see what you've become,
reveal your true face,
the one you cover.
I wish sometimes to tell you,
I try so hard to reveal,
how you have hurt me,
your words, your evil.
But to show you,
would hurt you,
it would cause you pain,
I don't want to fan the flame.
I can't hurt you,
like you have me.
That is not who I am,
or who I want to be.
Schmertz-Lucien Freeman