If I were brave I'd speak my mind
consequence failing to enter my sights
just let it all go and know that I am right
but my mouth is silenced with reason

At times I wonder if I have too much consideration

Why conscience?I suffer so

Never acting on emotion
knowing it would feel so good...

all my anger
all my fear
all my sadness

filed away in tiny cabinets

Is it strange that I hate my logic?