With a loud scream,
with a wild thrown punch
aimed straight at the bathroom wall.

The anger that boiled over
consumes my mind
and hatred.

The tears softly crawl down my face
yet their fiery trails are not felt.

Another punch
flies straight to the mirror
that hugs the adjacent wall.

Broken glass scatters on the floor,
and my knuckles are painted and bathed
in red fluid.

I feel no pain,
not even the broken bones
that I know are splintered and shattered.

I cradle them to my body,
holding all the emotions inside,
as I swiftly slid down from the wall
to the solid ground below.

Then I once again fade
into my sorrow
and pity.