You stabbed me in the back, and expect me not to bleed.
Now every time you stand behind me you expect me to breath with ease,

You stabbed me in the back, and expect me not to see.
Though you sowed it up and closed it up its still infected, blue, and green.

You stabbed me in the back, and expect the pain to leave.
Still I feel the steel cut deep beneath cutting through every vain and stained your sleeve.

You stabbed me in the back, and now expect of me,
To walk *****, to talk correct, and to act like life’s lovely,

You stabbed me in the back, and I’m expecting you to see.
That you stabbed me in the back, and I’m trying not to scream.

You stabbed me in the back, but the one to blame is me.
I turned and left you cold and wet and expected you to plead.

I stabbed you in the chest, and expected you to smile at me.

-J.Cruz Hernandez