My hands are tied, I can’t show remorse and plead my case. The two things can’t coexist in this case. There is only one outcome because the other one is impossible. Submission mixed with persecution will kill me so I must follow the other route, give you comfort for your actions. Play the role that makes you not seem like what you are.
The rules are different for me and I know why, I’m all too aware. You see it’s easy to love me when I’m good, even perfect but let me fall from perfection and you’ll start to see me again. My roots will become clear to you, you won’t replant me, you’ll cut me down. I’m in this position because of someone like you and so I know your decision. I can’t change it, I can try maybe but not too much, I’ll die.
The spirit is an interesting thing, it can help you withstand everything as long as you don’t allow it to be crushed. What it takes to stay here would crush it, so why stay. Yes I would have wasted 3 years but I’d still be alive. I can’t believe I’m honestly thinking like this, I’m definitely better than this, this goes against everything I stand for. My words are being twisted but I can’t say anything because you know what you are doing. Your minds were made up once you saw me, I didn’t stand a chance. Unless?
Don’t you dare. We’ve been over this again and again, just fight. The easy way out isn’t going to be so easy in the future. It’s not worth it, it’s a big price to pay. The holes are beginning to show, more imperfections like the blackheads on my brown skin. I’m breaking out but am I breaking free? Is this supposed to happen? Is this my only way out?