Legs Crossed

I can see right through the self-proclaimed good guys
All their eyes look the same
His gaze sickens me
But worst of all
That silence keeps me safe and small

Because I'm sick of collapsing into myself, pass unnoticed
I'm scared of what they know they could do
I'm sick of my twitching hands, longing to make a fist
I'm sick of swallowing my rage when it threatens to overflow

I want to be more than an adornment or a prize
My body's not unlike theirs
A tool with which to master
I feel myself wasting away
Consumed by this everyday
Until I believe the problem is me

I'm so sick of collapsing into myself, pass unnoticed
I'm scared of what they know they could do
I'm sick of my twitching hands, longing to make a fist
I'm sick of swallowing my rage when it threatens to overflow

Fantasy, a source of power
A place to hide
I am stronger by the hour
And arm myself with my pride
To rise above is to survive

Back to earth
I can't fight
When terms of battle shift to keep me here
So I open my eyes
I know they can feel them burning
How can I rewrite the rules so I can never lose?
Self-certainty is a weapon of victory

Fantasy, a source of power
A place to hide
I am stronger by the hour
And arm myself with my pride
To rise above is to survive



Credits
Writer(s): Catherine Elms
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