It's not very often that we break.

We don't always yell, 

or speak our minds.


We are taught to breathe in.

Let our problems rest, 

settle in our lungs.


But enough is enough.

I can't ignore feelings,

or stop being human.


Respect is a privalge.

Something we earn, 

and something we cherish.


I've worked for it.

Put all of my yes sirs,

and no sirs outloud.


Something I deserved.

Done nothing to loose,

no reason to doubt.


But something I can't have.

Because I am young,

and you are old.


I too have a limit.

Children can "tick",

jusst like you.




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