Calm, Cool And Collected Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is nothing you have in common with me.
I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish,
Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face.
You have no idea what it takes,
To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected.
When on some days I rage inside from my experiences.
Even when those believe they can step on my toes,
They have not a clue...
Where that act they have done in my mind goes.

There is nothing you have in common with me.
I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish,
Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face.
You have no idea what it takes,
To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected.
When on some days I rage inside from my experiences.

I know I am blessed.
And so are those who have stepped on my toes.