A fierce feeling, a chill tone.
I can feel the pull on my lips, the clenching of my jaw.
It is this more than anything that tells me I'm upset.
Cold and calculated, I feel as myself,
and so I have no control.
Lips playing as eyes watch
Unsure of what to think.
Little jokes, too fast for the mind,
A puzzled look at the free fun of degenerates.
This is it.
I can't think any more.