I clench my fists, trying to stop the shaking; trying to stop the anger.
Anger. It consumes me of late. Courses through my veins, and I want to bleed it out of myself.
I want to let it go. I want to move on. Yet–I see faces that taunt me and I break down into tears.
I look at my body, and feel tainted. I tear it apart.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs and run as long as I can. I want my lungs to burn and for my feet to bleed.