Crossed the threshold- To be finger pointed- Find the fault- And you’re silenced- You’ve become the turncoat- Nothing new- A simple gesture- That’s misconstrued- Though you were heard- The meaning of it- Became unsure- Who’s going to get sued- Even as you’ve gotten- Closer to the truth- And if you decide to bite it- You’ll have to suck it up- And then you’ll need therapy- To criminalize it- Do you give in? Even as you’ve gotten- Closer to the truth- You’ve heard the choices- Just morsels to moisten you’re mouth- But you are no more a pawn- If you give in- To the role you’ve been handed down- But the truth is- You never really gave a dam- Crossed the threshold- In one hand you hold the arrows- Crossed the threshold- In the other- A lost tomorrow-
Reason for writing:
Written after the Colombine shooting.
Birth sign: Libra
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