Hold my tongue
Just like when I was young
Freedom of expression?
Another reason for aggression
In her house
I’m a mouse
If want to continue eating cheese
I’ll stay on my knees
Speak only when spoken to
Let my own thoughts become goo
Even a single utterance of discontent
Turns to a fiery argument
Always wrong
I eat Ding Dongs
Drink Sprite and contemplate
How we debate
Is it possible to disagree
And remain friendly?
Not in this house
I’m a mouse
I’ll continue to nibble the Swiss
Someday we’ll get past this
I really feel for the person in this situation Krystle. Thanks for your poem.
Thank you for your comment, Mia.