anger

I am angry. Often lately my rage betrays me. I am gentle, always I hold in the screams and fits and betray my crawling nerves. I cover my ears with headphones to keep the words of my insanity from spilling out of my head. It's killing me, a soft nature is being choked to death by the horrific haunting, urges I now possess. Nightmares poke fun at me. My sleep gives the demons space to play. I scare myself. The monster in my closet is just my reflection, my constant companion who I try my best to hide away. The people I love shouldn't be left wondering what day , second, my unpleasant company will peek through my desperate tired eyes. Someone save me from this. I swear I'm trying. For now I'll let out my screams by stroking this pen against paper until I'm passable as sane.