And judgements
Were thrown.
Pride was targeted.
Knives of words,
Hammers of taunts,
Thorns of smirks.
I've contained
Them all.
Having kept in
Mind everything,
Poised behind a
Drop of tear,
My rage awaits;
Simmering.
Don't misread,
My expressions.
Until I can
Actually smile.
You wretches deserve,
The one I've carved.
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