Silence

I want to let it all out,
To smash it in anger and not clean up the mess,
To tell the truth and not water it down,
To be counted alone and feel better for it,
Why do I hold so much back?
Why am I protecting these predators?
They consider me as their prey,
I could hurt them but I don’t,
Any prick can use violence,
Fear of words is real fear,
The fear of what might be said,
They prod me unaware of the punch they could get
in return,
Who do they think they’re dealing with?
Everything’s so fucking funny,
So fucking clever,
So self righteous,
So unnecessary,
They can’t seem to hold anything back,
So why am I giving them the censored version?
Don’t they realise how much ammunition I have to fire back?
It’s quite an arsenal,
I could really let it fly,
But I’m just waiting for the right provocation,
Often simply knowing how bad I could upset them
Is enough to pacify me,
I keep my mouth shut and wallow in the knowledge of it all,
Wondering how they have the nerve,
The arseholes in the rusty old battleship don’t realise there is a
Nuclear submarine in the vicinity,
One day they might just find themselves blown out of the water.