Suppressed rage,
Discomfort building, rising .
Searching for release, although it remains at her fingertips.
The beast screams to be let out of the cage,
Starts to release unpleasant sounds,
But then pulled back by the reigns of her patience.
She inhales,
It becomes difficult.
Visibly difficult.
Her patience has given her grace over the years,
Has made her whole aura seem bright and welcoming,
Yet there is a small, growing darkness that seeks to overtake it.
She struggles to maintain her grasp,
Her knuckles white from gripping onto her sanity and eloquence.
Tears being choked back,
The muscle in her chest that gives her life, aching.
If you look through her piercing eyes you can see straight to her soul.
It longs to be understood and expressed in all of its truth.
Look past the smile,
Deep inside, the pain of a young child is begging to be acknowledged... validated.
But you just enjoy her pain.
Don't you?
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