I talk with one.
I feel so blunt.
My mood changing.
I am shaking.
My time is over.
I start again
But this time
I don’t talk back.
Cause I am the reason.
I am the one.
They are,
Twisting my words.
To mean something else.
They say it is safety,
But I say torture.
Cause my life was supposed to be led.
By me.
But instead
I keep a smile
In front of the crowd.
Hoping nobody sees
The tears beyond my mask.