When You Think I Don’t Hear

Every word you speak
Is a knife in my back
Every curse you utter
Is a blade to my neck
Just a nick, just a prick
Just a big little gash
Just a feeling I get
Just the things that I sense
Nobody told me
It’s not a mere guess
This isn’t mere research
Nor is it a test
It’s the heart of a lion
The mind of a saint
The life of a sinner
With minuscule faith

 

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