sonnet You read me fine

You read me fine intolerance you feign
My open face is like a blank page book
My sorrow is subsumed my sadness sane
Especially extended second look
You set off that old safety valve again
Unleash your surplus steam high heat you took
Your finger points in fiercely focussed pain
My history must mean youre off a hook
You cast your cautious eye across my ribs
My bloated belly bides your jarring jeer
Insults unspoken soak in futile fear
You worry weather smog off damp spoilt squibs
You say a child or cherub makes more mess
You haggle heatedly my summer dress
Chorus mess chaos jumble