Out of sorts
and prickly
with snark
enough for days
self restraint
is tested in a
myriad of ways
as I fight to keep
my mouth shut
cuz it’s not a
pressure valve
and remind myself
that my words
will make things
worse
all around
Up at dawn
and off to work
no one sees
the inside hurt
the quiet cries
and the
bleeding wounds
that hide
behind
a friendly grin
as I pretend
I’m not aching
for an end