To whom it concern

I lived my life,

weighing my words when I am with people,

constantly on alert, antennane quivering to pick up moods.

Maybe, it got me fustrated,

that I feel that I speaking words with venom.

Not to spike,

but in words of anger.

I am getting afraid of myself

and what I might become,

The transition fades away and changed into

something scary.

The truth were they never were truth,

said without blinking of the eyes,

I need to protect myself.

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