Angry so much angry
more and more frustrated
its blinding
I can't do anything right
don't talk to me
You're standing to close
too much angry
maybe if I keep washing my hands
scrub harder
get all of this off
like black oil clinging to my skin
all this hate
the stench I can't get it off
Hotter water
more soap
My hands are raw
But still unclean
I feel disgustingly filthy
coated on the backs of my hands
in the creases of my palms
packed under my nails
my internal voice is screaming till its raw
just a violent ringing in my ears
and a blur of frustration