The irritation building up inside of me
is singeing away threads of happiness.
You walk into my line of sight
and I feel completely reckless.

I'm trying to sew myself back up,                  
but the fire overpowers me.                  
One of these days I'm going to erupt                  
a volcano of emotional baggage,                  
that is currently unseen.                  

I try to douse this flame, to rid it of my being.
But it seems as though instead of water,
I'm using gasoline.

Suffocation is my final glimpse of hope.              
Take away all the oxygen, it can no longer breathe.        
It will be forever masked, I don't want it to show.