I’m not fine.
I’m livid.
I burn with the hate of a hundred unemployed bigots.
I am ready to tear shit up
but there’s no good in showing that.
I keep a calm face
for if everyone sees my inner turmoil,
I lose power.
I lose control.

The placid mask I wear
protects me
and others
from my rage.
No one need know
what stirs within
until I am ready
to express it
as loudly and violently
as I choose.

Until then
my anger stays deep within
as I plot and plod
ever closer
to the specific avenue of expression
I will finally take.