Wake up in Red.
Get off the bus!
Stupid bus lady.
If only I could channel
The anger
Like a drill
Right through her
Head.
YES, Dad, my day was FINE!!
YES, I'm SURE I'm sure.
Slam my door.
Hot blood boils
Pressure in my
Arms. Veins,
Pop.
Release.
I'll regret this in
The Shimmer.
For now,
I sigh.
Sweet, sweet release.
Drift away
On my floor,
Hoping Dad will
Knock.
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...
