Inflections

All the deceptions
           corrections
           inflections
                creep
                  and
                burrow
        deeply thorough
     as they cr a w   l
                          across
                 beneath
                        around me
                    astounding
                    confounding
                    coursing by
                    forcing themselves in
                       like spies,
                    forming partial truths
                       and acidic lies.

I’m done
   beyond
     done,
     hate
   beyond
     hate,
     forced
          into stuck
          into pushed
          into trapped –
                resigned
                   to my fate.

And I’m all screamed out now.

Don’t mistake
     my silence
            for
          absence,
          non-violence
            for
          complacence.

I never asked for this.

I feel motionless
        choice-less
        voiceless
     but I will not
         acquiesce.

I am worth more than this.