I am so good at squishing down my anger
Into a tiny ball of nothingness
That I don't notice myself
Squishing it down
All the time

And it's swallowed
And transformed
By fear and guilt and shame

Little interactions- they are my fault
Tension and frustration- they are mine
Poor situations, bad decisions, the mess
I'm in-
I am both the victim and the perpetrator.

The anger-shame burns my body
Inside out
Muscles are tense
Arms are tense
Panic floods
As it all bursts forward
In an outward force