Denial

the pulsing and breathing coincide
the anger and the angst taking over
fists are clenched, tears are shed.

(aren’t they hot
as they run down
your pale little cheeks?)

holes in the wall,
dents on the drawer,
blood on the fists.

oh, but you won’t admit it,
you won’t admit that you caused it,
will you?

you don’t see the pain you cause me
you don’t see the anger hidden in me
you’re so blind, ever so blind...

(tears have fallen
blood is staining
yet it’s all ignored)

you say it’s nothing- no,
you yell it,
loudly and cruelly.

blood is on the white walls,
hot tears stream down cold cheeks
smiles are...well...lost

all because of you

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FROM THE DESK OF THE MENTAL PICKLE:

Sumi is angry, very angry...

No, I have not been punching the walls until my fists bleed; I don’t need to punch the wall that many times to make a hole in it. Anyways, Sumi is angry so leave a review before you ignite my anger with the giant hammer made out of cheese,