Stop it, I’m not what you think.
No matter what I thought I couldn’t say anything it was like my jaw was wired shut.
Standing there in a state of inaction, paralyzed by their words.
I never thought words could hold this kind of power over me.
The room held a dim atmosphere, it felt like the ground fell from beneath me.
Then the question came, “So do you have anything to say?”
I didn’t say anything, I just looked at my feet.
That was it, even as they let me go I was not free.
I had caged myself in my own silence.
I was a prisoner of my inaction.
For that I have only myself to blame.
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