Mistake

They think you are weak

They believe your silence

Will keep you down

But

Their thoughts are meek

The ending will be violence

Stemming from your frown

And

At one point you will peak

No more sitting on the fence

Karma will soon be around

But

Your head then will soon tweak

Many thoughts make you dense

So much you block any sounds

And

All you want to do is freak

Nothing now makes sense

Emotions leap and they bound

But

The end will be so bleak

Resulting from being so tense

You want back to level ground

And

If they looked and had a peek

They'd know what you meant

By your sanity has yet to be found