My patience is flawless.

I think first
My logic second
My reactions are methodical
Anger is quiet and checked in
Inside a mental hotel.

I'm holed up
Folding, not bottling, my emotions
Just hoping kids like me would just grow up.

But I got these thoughts and motives blessed
I think quickly and slowly, analyzing every move they make like I was a grandmaster of chess.
But I think too much, and I just let go
Putting my flawless patience to the test.


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