30 minute sanctuary

30 minute bright lights blink down at me, irritating my light sensitivity syndrome.
I blame this for the rivers that beg to break.
30 minute four walls where I will be cross-questioned,
so scared,
so afraid,
if I could only turn around and say nothing.
30 minutes of saying whatever comes to mind to save my soul,
30 minutes of lies,
30 minutes of I should have told the truth.

30 minutes of It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't my fault.

It actually wasn't my fault.

The lie,

was that I didn't tell the truth.

For 30 minutes, I felt a little bit better.