If you heard my thoughts, I’d be scared to face you.

If I had to look into your eyes once my

Feelings were exposed, I’d be stuck, stuck like glue.

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Frozen to the spot, I’d probably deny

The truth, stuttering like mad. I’ll just let

You punch me. Just kill me now. Just let me die.

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But before you black me out and make me wet

With my own blood, know that I can only gloat

With guilt and wish my thoughts and you never met.

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Yet that can’t be enough to erase your coat

Of anger, so go ahead and slit my throat.