509. Torturous

It’s strange how when people know you’re trapped,

They feel emboldened to hurt you more;

Because they feel you can not use,

The emergency exit door.

For if you use it, and run….,

Escape the torture and abuse,

Everyone calls you a coward and cad;

Simply for the exit’s use.

People love to take advantage,…

Of the fact that you are not free,

To leave when it is all too much;

For there’s only one life that can be.

There is not a second chance to live,

Nor a soul to be restored.

People may not stab you to death,

But they’ll shamelessly hand you the sword…

So their shame becomes your own.

K. Aldaya, 1/22/20

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506. My Feelings Are Mine, Not Yours

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You’re mad at me ’cause I don’t talk,

When there are so many reasons why.

One is that nothing I say is right.

People believe what they want, so why try?

You don’t care that I am silent.

You care that you can’t manipulate.

If staying safe’s a slight against you,

It’s precisely why I absquatulate;

‘Cause of course I have my reasons.

However, you don’t care about those.

In fact, you solely care ’bout yourself.

Through the years your selfishness only grows.

Sorry you do not own my soul,

Where words and musings are mine to hide.

So go on assuming and shaming.

You can’t steal away what I feel inside.

My feelings are mine, not yours!

K. Aldaya, 1/12/20

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