"It's a phase."

As my opinion scatters up and out of my mouth everything seems to fall out and into place.

I have an opinion but it is not to be shared.
An opinion so dull so much to be feared.
But I cannot come out to tell how I feel.

'For I have sinned.' As if we seem to care.
The world is dull to dark to be scared.
Words keep falling I think I should be scared.

Your hands wrap around my wrist,
as if you were holding a baseball bat.
The grip is to firm for me to pull back.

You've broken me again.
And gotten away.
For I have sinned is to much of a case.
For you have not been trying is the same.

Crying out with blood in my tears.
For you have sinned and I am still here.
You can't destroy not now not ever.
For I am as strong as you'll ever be.
And that my dear is something to fear.