Sometimes I’m in a group.
But mostly by myself.
Sometimes I am rude.
I curse and I yell.

My actions are violent.
Though directed internally.
Few have ever noticed.
I’ve adapted to be discreet.

Of whom I have met.
Only one I can rely on.
With my age that is a disappointing fact.
One which time has stood on.

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