A Simple Shoe
He yells
And she nags.

It's pointless
To argue.

But they don't see what I see.

I see them go over the top
Like if someone had just murdered someone
But in reality someone just stole a simple shoe.

And that simple shoe was mine,
Yes I know
It's just a shoe
But do they know?

No.

They don't hear what I hear.

All this screaming for the same outcome,
The same results.

Silence.
“Normal”.

the walls they close in,
my breath seems to quicken,
my thoughts began to whirl,
i can't breath- i can't seem to grasp it,
did i forget?
i'm not forgetful,
am i?
ah, i can't think straight,
things began to slow down,
i can hear them yelling,
but i can't,
its drain out from my own breath,
the sirens blare loudly in my ears but they seem so distant,
my eyes began to close as i drift,
my breath steadies,
it slows,
then stops.

WHAT
THE
****
Are you doing?
WHO
Taught you how to drive?
You
****-FACED
SPONGE-BRAINED
DROOLING TODDLER
Get the
****
out of my way,
and wait for
YOUR T-
Oh.
You're letting me go.
....I...
should probably stop honking.

Stood at the top of this interstate highway thinking... I need to scream.
I need to let the world know I am going to get there.
I need to let you know you have no control.
I needed to escape my control.

I didn't know I needed to get to this point until the cars below me were going 100 miles per hour and I was standing above the moving lights.

Stood at the top of this mountain and I looked down at the valley below thinking... I need to cry.
I need to cry for myself and the girl I wanted to be.
I need to cry for you... and how you left.
I need to cry for everyone else to know that things are going to get better.

I didn't know I needed to get to this point until the sweat was dripping from my forehead and I was breathing in the fresh air around me.

Stood at the foot of my bed staring at the rumpled sheets from last nights conquest thinking... I have to ******* stop.
I have to stop trying to run from the pain in every body that finds me attractive.
I have to stop trying to substitute *** for love because I am almost sick of them both equally.
I have to stop putting myself down.

I didn't know I needed to get this point until I was laying in bed with a man I didn't care to even get to know.

I'm in a very odd state,
Like logically I know I have a lot to do but emotionally I'm just not...registering it? It's not that I'm calm, it's like I'm in a sound proof bowl
watching all my responsibilities and emotions pressing up against the glass, yelling, and my school work is a ram trying to break through and my family is like digging under me trying to sweep me out but won't, and I'm just standing here, watching it all muffled,
like deaf silence.

Anger is a feeling that we all possess
It’s a horrible beast
A hungry beast
That feeds on stress

It roams through us
Softly biting
And then painfully gnawing
Until we combust

We lash out
Yelling things we don’t mean
Yelling at people we love
Just so the beast rests it’s snout

Our anger is like a plague
Spreading to and fro
But it’s so much more complicated
The beast is vague

We need to **** the beast
And if we can’t
We should tame it
At the very least