I'm angry
With myself,
With the people around me,
I'm frustrated about my situation.
My mind turmoils over problems I can't fix,
And tires over thinking about them a thousand times.
Each angle seems futile ,
Coz my brain draws a blank.
My fingers itch to rip written paper to shreds.
They fumble over texts,
Misspelled, misunderstood, misused.
I want to break things.
Hear the crashing of glass on marble floors,
I want to fling things across the room like they're weightless.
My destructive side comes out,
Pushing people away.
Building walls and breaking bridges.
My shoulders tense,
I can hear my heart beat pounding in my head.
I need help.
But I've pushed everyone away,
And I'm too proud to ask for it.