Bite

I hold my tongue,

God only knows how much,

How many times,

I fucking hold it.

All the time,

I mean...

The absolute shit,

That dribbles from their lips.

I can only grin and bear it,

Barely able to bare it.

And I hate to be wrong.

Everyone knows that.

And I don't know if I

Just used bear or bare right.

And it fucking bothers me,

But I wont bother looking it up.

Can we take another moment,

To honor my moments of silence..

Honestly other people,

And their otherworldy opinions.

Who raised them,

And did them so wrong,

That they can't communicate,

Or bother giving a fuck.

I want to know,

So badly.

How most people got so far,

In life with that fucking attitude.

And that lack of...substance.

I'm so full of substance,

And unsaid words.

I'm nearly drowning in it.