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Brick by Brick, 
I'm building a foundation
for the walls that won't contain
the anger behind the words
that I let fly when I feel trapped - 
like a tiger, caged,
and pleading for a fight...

and I know I don't belong, that 
I am not a part of this,
and I will not have audience -
with kings. 
Still, I'm painted 
seven shades of green, 
and I don't try anymore
to hide my jealousy.

I'm amazed
that I can feel at all-
that all these years 
have done nothing
to numb this dark 
embarrassment-

I am lost again and I 
have only just
stepped out the door...

This feels like giving up
something which I never knew 
belonged to me until
I watched as it was 
taken from my hands...

And though I was not 
invited to this place, 
I think that I may answer to 
the lesser part of me, 
the one that wants to stay 
until the gruesome end...

And I'll will busy myself
in washing the stains 
from your welcome mat, 
as I anxiously wait to see 
what happens next.