In Response to Your Response

You think you know,
and drive your sharp disappointment
through the narrow tunnel I echoed in,
yet you didn’t look around.

Don’t bother to ask or understand.
My fear was far away.
All you saw were the numbers, etched in hard ink,
and it was all business.

Just ask, don’t accuse
to push my anxiety and fear.
Fear for future, crimes never committed
because they pretended,
but my tears were genuine.

That’s all I ask
before you act.
I’ve dealt with ghosts beyond your realm.

Out of fear of your judgement,
scared of your disownment,
anxious from their demands,
I made an equally careless action.

Don’t look at your numbers,
look at me and ask.

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