What if I told you

I’m not okay with this?

What if I told you
I’m not okay with this?
I’m not okay with the way
You treat others to treat You
to treat the wounds that still ache

In the middle of the night,
when no one can see
In full daylight,
when no one pretends to see

What if I told you
I’ve had enough?
I’ve had enough of the waiting
around, aloud, avowed.

I know. I stand. I am.
What about you?

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