Red Line Sign

You pour the coffee Hands don’t shake, but your voice might They slide the papers Circle your name in a red line “This is the moment You cross the bridge and burn both sides” They spell it clearly You sign it anyway, dead-eyed You hear their laughter through the wall You see their future framed in halls You feel your spine press to the door One step more Would you stand When every stone is flying at your back When every story paints you as the act That ruined everything they ever had Would you stand When every friend rewrites the past as truth And every room goes silent when you move If saving them meant they all hated you Would you stand? You see the headlines Sharp as glass on a phone screen They take your picture Cut your eyes out to make you mean Your mother’s number Ringing bright on the cracked desk You let it vibrate Counting seconds like each breath You taste the words you’ll never say “I did this so you’d see the day” You swallow every I’m still here Drown the fear Would you stand When every stone is flying at your back When every story paints you as the act That ruined everything they ever had Would you stand When every friend rewrites the past as truth And every room goes silent when you move If saving them meant they all hated you Would you stand? Maybe the right thing feels like falling No one clapping Just the dark Maybe the heroes that you worship Walked through curses Torn apart So when your name becomes a warning On their tongues, a bitter brand Tell me softly Only you will understand Would you stand When every stone is flying at your back When every story paints you as the act That ruined everything they ever had Would you stand When every love you knew turns into proof That being righteous doesn’t spare you truth If saving them meant they all hated you Would you stand? Would you stand?