Chest or Back?

Would you rather be stabbed in the chest or in the back? I immediately know the answer No need to think Reconsider Or change my mind But I still find the need to see the other side Unfortunately no light shines through my lens Some thrive on back gashes But not me Face me head on I don’t want to blinded by the deceit Unable to see you coming I want to hear your footsteps click against the floor I want gaze into the deceiving eyes of deception I want to feel the intensity of each stab I want to taste your unjustified hatred Backlash your confidant Spit venom in my eyes I’m a lion Strength is always within me Your cowardliness doesn’t faze me But makes me Stab me where you wish But your friendship I’ll never miss