I screamed, and my throat was raw,
I saw red and black,
my mouth was opened in a grimace,
and the tears tasted salty in my mouth.

I was lashing out, and I knew it.
My scream was meant to slap her,
I hoped she saw the same pain I did,
I wanted her to draw back at my anger,
I hope she tasted the same salty rage.

But she only stood there,
unimpressed,
because I am crazy.