self(ish)

my mental acuity
has hampered
my emotional growth
as a defense mechanism
against
early hatred shown

the words that
die
on my tongue
fly free
only in verse

i worry
my mute expressionism
this screaming
in silent
solitude
will always deny
the inferno
of passion
that flares
behind eyes
no one ever
glances into

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