You act a friend
Yet always setting me up
I pretend not to see
Sometimes I just let it pass
To show you my respect
Yet a fool you make of me
An idiot you think of me
Yet be not so at peace
For fear not my open anger
But worry for my silence
For my mind you understand not
And that's the real danger to you
For you may never know
That which could save you
When you push me to the edge
To survive I could kill
Yet not a murderer I become
For self defense is never offence
For a trapped figure.
©meisha
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