I try to control it
I am shaking
my teeth grinding
and something worse than my anger
flows through my veins
it pulses and pushes
tearing and splitting
all that is my sanity

I ******* loose it

even your voice strikes it
like a match awaiting spark
then my lungs need more air
than I can possibly breathe
and my knuckles turn white
wanting to burst out of my skin

I ******* hate those memories

*why can't I let them go?