What is it that I see that others don't?
And why do I choose not to point
and shout about it?
My seeming politeness is crippling
My silence is deafening.
The amassing thougths and feelings
are charging through my veins.
Sinews, muscles, bones
all dense and dark
with anger ready to explode.
All to be surfaced,
one day!
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