No one likes it. So you keep quiet.
You keep quiet until you explode. And when that happens, oh boy are you in for a hell of a treat.
Can you breathe? I can't.
Can you see? I can't.
What about feel? Can you do that?
And then anger kicks in. What in heaven's name do you do then?
Let it out?
I do both. Tell me your story. The one you let loose in your world, unleashed like a tiger with its diamond-in-the-rough studded collar. They make good pets. Where's your beast? The one locked within you. The one that, despite your efforts, continues to roar. It's calling out. You hear that? It's beautiful.
You're a freak. We both are. But it's beautiful.