Confinement

Your voice is overpowering. Blocking out all other thoughts. Covering the only one who dares to oppose you. Only. Your opposer is much smaller. One voice. Small actions. That will never be a suitable match for you. You and your choir of hate. Your chants that send shivers down my spine. You don't belong here. Your cause is unjust. Turning once innocent bystanders into a mess of followers. What. Have. You. Done. You've created fear with the mere power of words. I'm afraid to speak. To look. Anywhere but down. I just want to walk faster. Closer to my escape. To silence. To safety. To freedom. To speak my own words. Releasing my inner thoughts. In my foreign, forbidden language.