happy charade
ask an innocent question
"what do people do to make you mad?"
and I walk into a biology lab
dissect me. Take a peek
into my hidden anger
observe my discontent–
and you not only discover
cancer in me,
you know the cause.
You offer me treatment:
silent understanding.
I take it in gulps,
for need of another
to know the pain I suffer
and be quiet soul comfort
Colin and Co.
