A polite individual is half-erased

They spend all your early years sanding your rough patches, your asperities
toning you down
doing their best to enhance whatever seemed to go in the right direction with the least turbulences

You are a successful adult, well-adjusted to society
when you are as smooth as a pebble
Polished. Polite.
I wish my growth had knocked over hearts
turned buildings upside down
ripped open oceans
But I didn't make a single ripple
I swallowed back anything that was about to overflow
time and again
and it crushed my insides little by little
leaving me in the end
forever imploding
as soft and inocuous on the outside
as a tiny glass marble

yet as on the verge of deafening you with mad roars of pain on the inside
as just about any other girl.