anxiety

hidden cleverly
always
cruelty, the mundane
pettiness
gossiping complaining
all bring it on
one would think
the look of contempt
and complete boredom
furrowed 
in my brow
would tell all
I am readable
my eyes are yelling
fuck fuck fuck
vulnerable
right in front 
of the parade
invisible
I smile
and nod


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