Beneath My Skin

A feeling grows of hate and disgust as you enter my space, and my cheeks turn a hot red, but i make a concious effort not to let the beast burn up inside me, and I let my anger cool, when you open your mouth I listen, and I hear, then I walk away, even though the feeling is beneath my skin.





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