Smothering with Hatred

Wouldst thou never hear me out ?

For once let me finish argument

Always under a lens of doubt

My thought’s fragment,

Within me scream and shout.

Thine making an assessment,

Guessing what’s it all about.

Tears flowing down my cheeks in lament,

As thou hast placed hands on my mouth.

Ever hurting outpour of thy statement.

From whence such hatred sprout?

Yet for thy appeasement,

Every time my lips pout.

Afraid of thy judgment

My spirits scout.