Poetry Readings

The Prey It Stalked

I'm already alittle upset about earlier and it's sitting in my room with me; I wanted to be alone. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but I'm struggling.
As I look at myself in the mirror, it's stalking me, waiting for its moment.
It's touching me now, my hands are beginning to shake rapidly. I hold my hand and shake off the fury building up. I take my breaths and count to ten, my leg is tapping. I hold down my leg, getting annoyed at why I'm holding it in. They need to know how I feel, but they won't care.
But they will, when I yell at them and empty the air in my lungs, letting out the rage. While I'm yelling, steam will pop out of my ears and my face will turn red. My heart started to accelerate, I laughed.

"STOP!", I tell myself.

I stood up and started pacing. My door opened to the trigger of the madness. I couldn't see it in because it was interlocking fingers with me. It wouldn't let go.
I started to breathe heavy, my blood began to boil, my face got hot and my fists tensed up. I couldn't hold it in any longer. As I took a deep breath...
I yelled at her, for every stupid thing she got mad about. For every little thing she complained about, it made me mad. I shook my hand out, at its intensity. My hand flung into a wall, I couldn't feel anything but the rage.
I took another deep breath. It was sitting in my corner, smiling at me. I realized I had entertained it. I did it's dirty work, I did a dirty deed.
It was all my anger's fault.

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