Nerves
My mouth will stay shut
For the things I could shout
When seeing red are not the things
I’d want to remember myself saying.
My eyes will stray to the side
For the views which make me raise my brows
Won’t be looked away by the arrows I toss
And I won’t need to swallow
The shame of remembering it.
Ah, the nerves arrogant people have!
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