That Be Me


Impatient I am on few occasions

where anxiety  kills me.

I turn desperate.

I pace up and down.

Talk to myself.

Ring up my pals.

Destroy everyone’s peace.

 

I am not so always.

Known for my tolerance,

ignore contradictions

A Virtue I am proud of.

 

Being passive proves disadvantageous.

People take me for granted.

Hurl remarks that pierce

and prick with acute sharpness.

 

Still  I keep quiet

lock the sensations

let none out at any case.

The affectaions are abominable.

 

 

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