Anger

I can't tell what i'm angry about

But i'm just so mad

Its clouding over my brain

It's taking every bit of strength in me to not hit something

I think it's a mixture of the stress of the past few weeks finally welling up

And I want to so desperately slam my hands into something

I hate feeling anger like this

It makes me feel so helpless

It reminds me of my father getting mad and slamming his fists into door frames

But I don't want that to be me

But all I want, all I need is to get this anger out

but nothing helps

I can't promise I won't have a bruised hand by morning