Never thought I would have to be quiet like a mouse in my home…but when you feel spied on…trying to stay inconspicuous becomes more precarious…because you actually think that people will bow to the pressure…things that you thought were too complicated for minds like ours…actually outsmarted yours…
I am not a creeper…but as it turns out…the one sneaking around turns out to be your team…the times when we tried to be honest…you tried to dismiss me…and when I shared my dreams with you…you put it out like your cigarette…then you tried to ask me for a light…
When things get real…you tell us not to speak…but when it’s your ass on the line…you want to be vocal…and that isn’t fair…sometimes that mentality will come back around…and karma will find you…and you’ll get what you had coming…others will wonder why…but in your heart you know…
Like a mouse…in the house…trying to live their lives…to the best of their ability…but sometimes even life will end…and it won’t be pretty…for the people out to get them…the people providing them food…the people who they thought cared for them…at one point…