Words filled with venom,
Hurled at me from all directions.
Ignoring the emotions building up inside,
Would be the only plausible option,
Yet I feel the anger erupt,
Almost like a fiery explosion,
That I have no control over what-so-ever.
I feel helpless against the waves,
Of frustration. bitterness, and utter defeat,
As I slowly realize,
That no one understands.
My hands clench into small fists,
I hear the crack of the small object I was holding,
Breaking to the harsh pressure.
I held up the cheap, tiny toy,
Staring at the splintered, broken plastic,
Seeing a physical manifestation,
Of the damaged, fragile nature,
I feel deep on the inside.
It shouldn't be such a surprise,
How not even the people closest to me,
Give a single damn,
To the pain running through my mind,
To the raging sadness that afflicts,
A weak, foolish person such as myself.
They'll never understand,
Instead spend their time ridiculing and belittling me,
While I attempt a strong facade,
To counter all the acrid, bleak communication between us.
