I feel at ease
Knowing
They know
I can not be killed
Or take the blame for them
I see myself
Sometimes
Separate
Yet desperate
Not to be
But my part has been wasted
Yet not on myself
That I do rely
On my works
Only for myself
But the need to accept
I can’t make them see
Unless they kill me
But I said what I needed
Now silence remains
To cloak their deeds
In making them right
And me wrong
And now I am
Upside down
To exist with the world
In a manner
That allows
Them
To reap what they sow
