you think that I’m a troublemaker
I made it uncomfortable
I should have just taken it
bowed down
bent over
for your amusement
for your profit
squeezed me tight
you think that I’m a troublemaker
because I called you out
you were taught that your wrongdoings don’t have consequences
everybody enabled you
swallowing your bad actions like butter
like lies stuck on vocal cords
I was swollen
I won’t take you in anymore
you look at me as if you had never heard your actions vocalised
verbalised, the consequences embodied, right in front of you
and you wash your hands clean, your mouth clean
responsibility is a word unknown, untaught
you call me a troublemaker for all the harm you caused
I’ll make you stew in your discomfort that’s long overdue
Croque-Melpomene 