I was quiet but not blind,

I was silent and you’ll find,

That silence isn’t nice,

You start seeing things eye to eye.

Whispers echo along the walls,

A reminder to lock the doors,

Because once you realise I can hear,

You may be in fear,

Fear that your words,

Your promises,

Your lies,

Are now mine.

I can still see clear as day,

When you struck blood because it was the only way,

You deceive,

You act,

But they are not the facts,

Your words are just acts.

You think nobody will realise,

That what you say will catch up to you,

Because I hear,

I see,

I act,

Those are the facts.

Because I am quiet not blind,

And I do not play nice.