Don’t Talk

I don’t talk
about it;
I like to talk about it,
I’d like to talk about it,
but
I don’t talk
about it.
I don’t talk
about it because
of the look on everyone’s face.

The look that means
disappointment.
The look that means
judgment.
The look that means
stop.
The look that means
less than,

in the eyes
and on the lips and tongue
of every child who has ever
heard the call to be

a Bully

and answered,
which is a lot more
than will ever ‘fess up.
I don’t talk about it
because of what it will bring me;

the silence grants me more
than any words ever will.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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