Nothing to Gain

I stand here unsure.

Everyone urging me on, waiting

Calling for your blood.

You stand there so sure of who you are.


The set of your jaw speaks volumes although you are silent.

I cannot meet your eyes.

Instead, I look at myself.

I am choking on the words that I said

On the person I am.

It is a hard truth to swallow.

The crowd stands, hesitant

But wanting blood

In the form of ugly words and polished blows.

I can barely breathe as you look to me

An animal about to attack.

The nervous chatter swings over my shoulders.

Peacocks, perhaps.


I do not mean what I say.

I mean to say, I am more afraid

Of the ones behind me

Than I am scared of you.

The End

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