Glaring
Teeth clenching
Anger simmering
I snap
I scream
I cannot hear myself think
Am I really that loud?

My eardrums burst
I can feel blood dripping down my neck.
I hope it does not stain

They do not say anything, they just sit there
Mindless?

I can feel it again
It is itching…scratching…clawing
Escaping
I do not stop
I cannot stop

I am calling them bigots
Persecutors
Hypocritical Sycophants (do some of them even know that word?)

They act when watched.
Two eyes or maybe four dances around them
Judging

Reminds me of cat and mouse
Except the mouse is putting on a tap dance act
Or maybe a rat, it can be rather sickening
1/180

There are two faces,
Two voices
One lie?
One truth?

I see red, then black,
I get up
I scream
I tell her I do not need this
I do not need her opinions
Shoved down my throat
Inch by inch
I am choking
Why won’t they let me breathe?
Why cannot I be me?
What is so wrong with strange or different or… me?

Screaming
Yelling
Stamping
I cannot stop
I cannot hear my own voice
I think it is to hoarse

I am losing my head.
Maybe the Queen of Hearts paid me a visit
But I feel the pounding
Anger
Resentment

I feel
And then
It is gone

My friend taps me on the back
She asks me if I have my notes

I realize
I never
Opened my mouth

I am smarter than that
Opening my mouth would be suicide
I will not anger the Red Queen today
I will not question her sanity
I enjoy my sane head on my shoulders
(Sane might be pushing it)

But at least I know someday I will see her head rolling
As I wave goodbye with only one finger

To something better I will go
Where the question why is welcomed
With a smile and a wink

Where everyone is willing to learn

…

Especially the Teacher