Words are formed inside the head,
The heart is then consulted,
And words are finally said,
But what if my mouth is bolted,
And I refuse to let words out,
They’re stuck inside my mouth.

Words will fill the cup,
And I’ll someday blow up,
When no one expects it,
Everyone will be hit,
With a rare kind of hatred,
Leaving no one excepmted.

I’m very patient,
But when my patience is spent,
Well better be careful,
It would be very dreadful,
To see a person once patient,
Be filled with contempt.

One day I won’t be able to hold my words,
So prepare for the worst,
There must be a reason I chose,
To be silent and patient with my foes,
Any day now will be that day,
Better pray.


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