I have learnt sometimes,
silence is the easiest way to build your chaos,
smile, make a weak attempt at a dead joke.
if you try hard enough, your troubles might translate into laughter.
forget it, let it go, make an excuse, then another.
Tell yourself all you need to drop ice in your volcano.
Do not erupt, make peace with your pieces, chew your words.
Float like paper in the wind when they push you,
gather your storm.
bring brimstones and ice,
birth magma and burn bridges,
spew your undigested words, quit choking yourself.
serve them their cowardice on a platter.
finally, ask for the masters forgiveness,
lick your wounds and remember,
they do not think like you.