biting your bottom lip relentlessly,
leaving a red swell from stress.
the bile, stuck in your throat,
your fingers tapping, your legs jumping,
your mind racing without brakes.
pink skin, pools of red around your eyes,
b l o o d s h o t v e i n s
and snotty noses and wet lashes.
there's a vulnerable sound -
a croak, smaller than a leaf, lighter than air.
a burning chest and gravel coughs.
a hand over your stomach -
familiar hate.
fisted hands and crescent moons in your palms.
punching the bed - it doesn't hurt!
why doesn't it hurt?
a shriek of frustrated, of rage.
why do I want it to hurt?
temptation to leave.
this world just won't let me be.
faces behind hair; tears under
glazed eyes.
a shield, a wall,
a few hundred swords,
guard what's inside.
laying in a bed, blankets
surround.
the air feels cold - wait,
it's too warm.
nothing is right.
everything is wrong.
and so am I.
too silent to scream.
too sick to move.
too tired to think.
too awake to sleep.
too paralyzed to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
