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by Brooke Amity Sep 22, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
All of a sudden things are no longer easy to handle. It is not possible to just grit your teeth and smile. I have this tight ball of anger seething inside. It's getting bigger and stronger and making me lose my mind. I want to scream and cry at every hurdle. I want to tantrum and break things and be a vandal. I want everyone to disappear, pack up and go inside. All I want to do is curl up in a ball and hide. People don't make sense anymore, they have all changed. Are they still the same friends I had a second ago, or am I the one deranged? I don't know how you are still calm and sitting there. Can you see the room spinning or do you just not care?!? I know the problem is in me, I take a few deep breaths. I'm waiting but nothing is changing except the rhythm of my chest. I want to 50/50, ask the audience and call a friend. But none of these help, I'm still going around the bend. I don't want to be a statistic; I don't want to be the same. But if I don't fix this, it will happen again and again. I feel as if I am on the brink, I am going to explode. Or will I just turn to stone, sit in the wind and erode?
by Jenni Marie
One of my favourites. 5/5