This feeling

It's anger.
It's sadness.
I can feel it, right next to my heart.
When I feel it, I want to scream.
Most of the time I just want to punch, kick, and throw.
Instead I begin to cry.
Then I punch, myself.
Then I scratch, myself.
With every nail going into my skin, I want to press harder.
Until I break, giving up control of my body.
To where I am now on the ground, looking as if I have no pulse.
When in reality, my mind is traveling faster then the speed of light.

Reviews

[Rose Tyler]

Excellent, Mandi.
I have had one too many dreams like this, thinking it'll be alright then waking upand realizing it was a dream. I would be scared for the rest of the day.