The catalyst.
Just one little thing could set me off,
Till I'm furious, frustrated, and screaming.
I let my anger overtake me.
I shake.
I tremble.
I rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically because if I don't I'll cry.
This is real.
I bang my fist against the wall until bruises form
I tear pages into
And pull my hair.
I bite my arm to stop the screaming.
I bang my head against the floor.
This is real.
This is why I hate real.
This is why I hide behind books and locked doors.
This is my real life.
This is your real life.
This is the real life of our teens.
This....is why I must write.
