Lips turned right side up but heart's upside down
Smiling eyes hold hidden disappointment
Teeth grind in the back of my mind like grains of sand on paper
Time is lost and cannot be found
Eyes are burning; blood is churning,  anger at the peak of its constraint
Face is calm, composed, stoic
Blank, like a canvas
Shall I use something sinfully colorful and curse you, she and him?
Or a complete contrast and laugh though I'd rather sneer?
Truth is, satisfaction would mean knuckles bare
But I just sit and stare
Trying to restrain and drain the contents in my brain
The silence is overbearing as waves of anger rise and crash down in my ears
The torment and frustration built up over years
But I refuse to let it out like water from a spigot or a spout
I refuse to scream and shout, letting the whole world know what I'm about
I refuse to seem sad, pitiful or weak so I hold tongue in cheek while sinking waist deep
Into the silence...