#NoFilter

A dam, walled and secure.

So many ideas, yet not one will come forth.

A twitch of the finger-

A thought, do I have one?

-Only to fall flat again.

Blue and purple,

Blended in the cavities on my face.

So many compliments I get from them.

Yet all they do it taunt, tease and cry.

Why did I try?

A bloody hand repeatedly slamming into a slick wall,

An incessant pound, pound-

A lion, grounded and tame

Before the whip of a memory.

So many tries, never to succeed.

Was it worth it being me?

I try to laugh and stay silent,

Do as you say.

I do what you want, yet still you all reach

With your meticulously sharpened tongues.

Harsh, cruel, bloody lessons they teach.

Every person has a guillotine of words.

No filter exists in a land of fear.

“Speak!” You scream as you hold a knife.

Obligingly, I open my mouth

There can be no filter here.