i am the fight in your viens
and the words you've been trained
to say
its okay
and act for your audience
i am the rebel that slides
for my cause is unbiased
and somehow
i get away with it
i am the weakness you feel
in your knees
when you steal
a second glance
at something you hated
i fill the space in your mind
when there's nothing to find
but an empty home
and wallpaper torn
i am the tickle in your throat
from the words that you spoke
lingering
in the air
i could be the laugh in your chest
if you wouldn't second guess
my intentions
are pure
but instead the pain is to deep
for you sow what you reep
let it sink
it's already done
