beats

just because they're
insistent on a rhythm
doesn't make me have to move my feet.
i'll toss it backward
and make you be your own eyes.
i can't say that i felt
what i used to feel
my insides are locked
into someone else's chest.
always looking over my shoulder
for the knife that'll stab me in the back.
and if I can't stop it
i'll make that knife fly
but you can't worry about me
because i was never sorry
for the things I didn't do.
i'll let you know what's mine