it feels like someone
is gripping my throat.,
and squeezing, and
it's filling up with *****
and bile as they drag
me through their mud.
i feel like everything is
caving in and the walls
come crumbling down.
the walls come crumbling
down. the walls come
crumbling down.
i come hurling down.
how's it gotta feel to
not fear every glance,
how's it gotta feel to
not have a bullet in
your chest,
there's one for looking
the wrong way,
there's one for loving
the wrong way,
here's to being the wrong
way being the way out.
here's to being the next
headline, the next facebook
debate, here's to being a
social commentary and last
but so very least, a human
being.
