asfixiation

how would you feel if you sat in my place, on that dark summer day? would the words sound true to you? would the excuses strike a nerve? it was only one side of the story. so much was left untold. hidden. buried between pages of a diary with misprinted dates. honesty was used as currency all the time, except then. because some words are best left unspoken. common words sprout anger, threaten eternal silence. they wanted to crucify you. standing in front of the cross, not knowing why. holding the hammer and the nails. i pointed them all towards myself.

how would you feel? certainly, not as confused as i did. you never had a chameleon mind as i had.