It explodes, slowly it reveals itself.
The mess I hid to make myself look neat,
And appear to society as untouched, unharmed, it’s what they want.
To say I have never heard or seen anything mean.

It’s overwhelming, the explosion.
It spread in every corner of my tiny space.
Taking it all and up almost swallowing me whole as it invades.
I must do something to escape.

Yet, I stay.
I linger in this filth of ***** launder of slurs and disgust.
The others told me to stay calm, no I can not.
I no longer need to be.

I need to explode.