The disguise

It's about controlling yourself when temper flares.

The disguise

A façade of calm steals over me

He is being held at bay

He wants release

to be free

to run rampant

but I won’t let Him loose.

I am damaged

the longer He is held

He would have normally given up by now

yet He hasn’t

what fuels

His fires of retribution?

I feel battered

my ego bruised

and what a good façade this is

for no one has spotted my ruse

externally

I appear calm

collected

business as usual.

Inside the turmoil has dug its claws in

it’s holding on for dear life

and after a brief release

which nearly ruined

the disguise

He has been contained.

He didn’t get his say

and He won’t be resting very long

until His words are heard

outside I am cool

smiling in fact

inside my mind I weep

with the sheer frustration

of hate and love.

Reviews

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

beautifully superb!