Just a feeling, right?
Until it becomes a tangible thing
More than a lump in my throat
More like I’m choking to death
I’m a sensitive soul
Offended by my upset sensibilities
Can’t quit my job, can I?
But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be
What’s bubbling up is this urge
To scream loud at the top of my lungs
Can’t explain it any better
Than leaving this place forever
I’ll practice the art of patience
Or some such bullshit to keep me sane
It’s not polite to go without explanation
But suffer the temptation to do it just the same