Their ideas, their thoughts
Slipping off their tongues
Into the open.
So silly, so foolish,
So stupid.
Yet I am expected
To hold my tongue.
To suffer silently,
Waiting for someone to
Point out the flaws.
And for what?
So that I remain in
Good light?
Under the radar,
Out of sight?
Waiting, watching
For another to step forward.
But what if they never do?
What if the stupidity
Remains in the open
Unopposed, sizzling, raw
Before my eyes.
But there’s nothing I will do
To counter.
And the others,
They just agree.
What fools they are.
The stupidity continues on
Tauntingly before my eyes.
And I can do nothing
But comply.
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Thoughts Made to Sound Pretty
Short StorySo these are a collection of poems (and a short story here and there) that I've just written throughout the year. They all just started out as random thoughts that I've been able to make sound prettier.
