There is nothing you have in common with me. <br />I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish, <br />Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face. <br />You have no idea what it takes, <br />To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected. <br />When on some days I rage inside from my experiences. <br />Even when those believe they can step on my toes, <br />They have not a clue... <br />Where that act they have done in my mind goes. <br /> <br />There is nothing you have in common with me. <br />I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish, <br />Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face. <br />You have no idea what it takes, <br />To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected. <br />When on some days I rage inside from my experiences. <br /> <br />I know I am blessed. <br />And so are those who have stepped on my toes.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calm-cool-and-collected/
