Don’t forget these words,

once they have finished

tearing my soul apart,

they will come for you…

…I am so tired of being angry,

I can hold it for a while,

deep down and afraid,

let it grow, I am tired of being angry…

but somehow I must keep on,

putting the posters up,

warning you that you’re not safe,

that you are the next target

on their list, I’m tired of you

putting your fingers in your ears…

I’m tired of shouting