'There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is, upright.' -Dylan Thomas, "Wales and the Artist," Quite Early One Morning, BBC radio, 1954.A jealous mind is beset on all sides,
what might seem empty is full of envy
and discord is thrown impetuously,
there is a hidden bitterness I hide.
There is no comfort in a false pretense,
you are not only mental conditions,
it's not all just body and the functions,
sometimes, there is a deep kindness expressed.
Only love in the faces around me,
there is no comfort in a false friendship,
does anyone not know fear's deference,
does one not defer to fear equally?
If there is an open discord expressed,
I try to find my hidden bitterness.
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