Blank Stare

Calmly sit and blankly stare,
Nothing means anything and you’re nowhere.
healthier to choose numbness than screaming
“I CAN’T FUCKING COPE!”
Because at the end of the day,
when you’re devoid of hope,
empty and hurting,
it’s better to be averting
attention than asserting, your unhappiness.
-because that’s what it is:
hollowness
loneliness

Repressing slowly rising anger?
-force it back down your red-raw throat.
It will scratch up bloody welts,
before you cough up a russet rage

Does it make you angry?
Does your face contort with gall?
Are you nearly boiling over?
Are your veins close to bursting?
-protruding from your face and neck
are you livid?
are you fuming?
Roasting, seething, mad with wrath?

If you’re consumed with a silent fury
Paralysed by waves of hate
Suck it up and swallow it.
Endure the way you’re taught to do.
Brave-faced on the outside
Internally it will cripple you