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.
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.