by Camilla Gordon
I am on edge,
The edge of my seat,
The edge of a precipice waiting to fall over the edge
You will never know what you do to me.
How you drive me to distraction.
They will never understand the consequences of their actions.
A small cross and worlds changed forever.
Every look or glance, do they know, are they too?
Can I tell, should I tell, will they tell?
Tomorrow. Everything will be better tomorrow.
I can breath again tomorrow.