Why can't I control myself?
cold corner
the wall
struck the fury
by fury
shaking
Floor cold, face hot
shivering through the steam
Pounding head
many
stress
TOO MUCH
silent screams
Blank middle
beating
exploding
ripping
Throw. No?
Running
tripping
falling
Empty threats
boiling over
Could
can't now
Done
Bull
Tell
Don't!
wait
give
Please
Please
Please
all in a thought
YOU ARE READING
Stories of a Crazy
Poetrylet's call this poetry maybe a diary a mixture ramblings yes, let's call it that
