stifled

You know I am aware
of more than you can bare
or would ever care to admit

So you try to efface me
or quietly erase me
from desires that won’t fit
your preconceived notions
and stunted emotions
of what is or what ought to be

You stifle expression
and turn to digression
to avoid confronting me

Though my answers are ready
still you won’t ask the questions
liable to set me free

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