Sometimes I think,
It makes me clench my fists,
And push my legs,
And yell silently in my throat.
My hands vibrate,
My veins pop out,
My eyes redden,
And my heartbeat races.
I think of kisses,
Doorsteps,
Park benches,
And grassy hills.
I almost cry,
Sometimes my arm lashes out,
I punch a wall,
And start bleeding.
Sometimes I yell,
I pick an object,
Today it was a banana,
And I just yell.
And sometimes,
I go home,
I fall asleep,
And dream terrible dreams.
I’m not always okay.
Alternate title: "Unexpected Flare Ups from My Memories"