A thousand eyes
In every corner.

A thousand traps
In every conversation.

A thousand judges
In every comment section.

A thousand ways to slander
In every single click.

And all you ever wanted
Was a quiet, simple life.

Lay low?

Ride it thru?

Hope that truth prevails?

Fuck that!

Bust their kneecaps
With a smile.

Embrace their gossip
And wear it like a badge.

They want hell?
Let them have it.

A prey stops being fun
When it stops running,
And bites back.