Weakness
I had the desire to release
my aggressive wasp nest.
it comes and goes
similar to my desires
I can't let it seep through
it would only make my image look weak and nasty.
I can't talk
it won't let me, it just cuts.
make it deeper
much deeper
hide my scars with fresh ones
let it stab my organs, muscles, tendons, and skin.
Its my weakness
this feeling
is invalid.
They're right, always right
I was wrong all along
I'll just restrain my mouth shut
Copyright © Erik Lopez | Year Posted 2019
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