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 will then tweak
All your 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 bound
But
The end will be so bleak
Resulting from being tense
You want back to level ground
And
If they look and had a peek
They'd know what you meant
That your sanity has yet to be found
©firefly
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