Please Restrict Me

I beg God

to protect my tongue

and guard my pen

Against the things I want to say

Well, yell really

This anger is surprising

and probably not new

Just always hidden

underneath my naive shell

It seems that words, even those

I wish to use

Would not be enough

Your tough guard would not

even flinch

I fear that you would only understand

if I cam to you 

with my chest ripped open

Baring my scars.