Akin to second hand smoke
rage passes on
she isn't cognizant of the idea that when she yells
her words cut through me too

I become both their emotions
angry like my mother
saddened like my sister
my emotions contradict themselves
stuck in a middle counting down until I can escape again
Was it this bad a year ago?
Perhaps my absence causes the rage to reach all time heights because
Without me it's even emptier
neither have someone to run to, a confidante
Who's there to save the hero?
I feel my headache as it accompanies my cramps
Tears said he'd be here in twenty
I'm sick of both of them at this point

I ran in the rain and
as I reached the car
I wondered
*Why hadn't I ran until my feet gave out?