Unmasked How beautiful it is to stay silent While they expect you to be enraged', Why, tis but playing them At their own petty game, My dear, watch over his scornful gaze And teeth curl in his silent rage, As your flawless smile and dismissive air Plunge him into envy of a character so fair, Then step back and see, and revel in the feeling Of his childish spite, now degraded of meaning, Oh what a day- to finally stand tall And not be knocked down, by the voice sniggering 'fall'.
Sienna Williamson
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