Why do I always feel so out of place?
As if I belong to some far off long forgotten time?
Why is it that when i do my best and am polite, everyone wants to abuse me for it?
Why do they talk down to me, treat me like I'm less than or below them?
Why do I get berated for things I don't have control over?
I try so very hard, and its rarely good enough, and they just kick me and scream at me and act like I am wholly at fault, when it is their selfcentered actions and carelessness that has set things in motion...
Do they really think I won't react badly?
Dare I suppose to assume that they doubt me when I warn them of my rage, penned up as it is?
I shudder to dream of letting the beast within me off its teather, because they will not expect it, the fury, the wrath that I save them from...
Because I am too polite, they may never know... and that, I know is in fact my fault... too bad they won't let me take responsibility for that...
~Caleb
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