Paralyze

My blood boils.
Are you in a bad mood?
Why so serious?
Spite stomps its hooves.
The line between your business and my feeling blurs
I want to let truth fall and scatter as it will
But history holds a portent,
Makes me physically ill.

Of all the languages you speak, mine isn’t one of them.
I don’t like the way you push me towards becoming him.
In the face of terrible choices I will always choose silence.
I’ve learned through trial and error, sincerity leads to violence.

The velvet drag of your platitudes fuels a visceral reaction.
My skin crawls. I cannot stand your inaction.
I’d rather the fist of your truth crack open my chest
a thousand times over,
than wet my tongue with lies.
And so I remain.
Silent. And paralyzed.