Indeed I have sucked it up to heights

Those unknown to outside

my body has contained and suppressed

and swallowed and abetted

Oh I am a stranger to myself

Beneath altruism dwells

a force uncontended

That voice is a tempered

to boiled and unhindered

Who am I kidding?

I am not some Mother Theresa

If I do not say something soon

I will break from the weight of the high road I take

No

Indeed I need my chance to fail

some room to unravel

I need a chance to blame for two minutes

unbridled, unbrazened

so I need imaginings of maiming

fantasies of outright screaming

I need a chance to thrash for minutes

uncontained, unforgiving

Who am I kidding?

I am not some Mother Theresa

If I do not do something soon

I will die from restraint

As a sick subjugate

No

I will move beyond, I'm Certain of that

The Quicker the Sooner I go I'll be back

I would not threaten or cause you any harm

Have to get this out or my light will go out

Who am I kidding?

I am not some Mother Theresa

If I do not do something soon

I will die from restraint

As a sick subjugate

No