Legs Crossed

I can see right through the self-proclaimed good guys All their eyes look the same His gaze sickens me But worst of all That silence keeps me safe and small Because I'm sick of collapsing into myself, pass unnoticed I'm scared of what they know they could do I'm sick of my twitching hands, longing to make a fist I'm sick of swallowing my rage when it threatens to overflow I want to be more than an adornment or a prize My body's not unlike theirs A tool with which to master I feel myself wasting away Consumed by this everyday Until I believe the problem is me I'm so sick of collapsing into myself, pass unnoticed I'm scared of what they know they could do I'm sick of my twitching hands, longing to make a fist I'm sick of swallowing my rage when it threatens to overflow Fantasy, a source of power A place to hide I am stronger by the hour And arm myself with my pride To rise above is to survive Back to earth I can't fight When terms of battle shift to keep me here So I open my eyes I know they can feel them burning How can I rewrite the rules so I can never lose? Self-certainty is a weapon of victory Fantasy, a source of power A place to hide I am stronger by the hour And arm myself with my pride To rise above is to survive