Tolerance

Teeth grinding against one another,

jaw on the verge of breaking.

Once again, the tongue is held.

True feelings push lips open,

wanting to be heard, but cower

under 

Professionalism!

Kindness!

You don't want to be called a Bitch, do you?

Words come out, almost rushed,

followed by a slight aftertaste of 

disappointment. 

That's truth for you!

Always wanting to be the last one heard. 

Tolerance, my friend, I've learned to be tolerant of you. :)