Magically,
they can hear me before I've opened my mouth to speak.
Somehow knowing what I'll say
and already disagreeing.
Though, I can't resist the urge to insist that they've got me all wrong.
Shit-
I wonder how long this will take;
couldn't help but speak my mind
especially at the wrong time,
and if it didn't seem so childish I bet they'd cover their ears,
screaming gibberish to drown the sound of my conscious stream.
Heaven forbid I muddy the water.
And I can not be sorry,
I can't be sorry for this pretend sin.
I can still feel pieces of earth hit the same places of the first stones thrown,
but I refuse to run.
You ought to see me bleed,
to see a human.
Somewhere among the angry mob is another human being, too.
-Roni I'naru
