The hand

To scream
to shout
to belowout
the love inside
too much to hide
to contain inside
this fragile frame

shattering glass
knives in the heart
to scream
to shout
to belowout
the hatred
the force
contaminating this mind

the screeching pain
seeping from my soul
draining life
causing strife
my weakened self
this is the hand...
you dealt me