But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

I’m sitting in this meeting at this job I don’t want.
They’re asking for my opinion but
They don’t really want it.
They’re really asking for me to affirm their policy –
To approve of their words and scheme.
I could let loose all the things I really think –
Let them cascade
Like slabs of limestone tipped out of a truck
But I’m worried about the shards.
I don’t want to hurt anyone with my broken bits of stone
And I don’t want to be buried in rock.
There would be repercussions
If I open my mouth.
I could tell the truth and bury myself
Or lie and bury my truth
Either way I end up buried and broken hearted.

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