hold in my breath
and stomp my feet
and throw a tantrum too
Ah I want to throw a goddamn tantrum
or even have a fucking meltdown
or just shout out in to the void
till my lungs pop out
Or just fucking cry
not those simpering soundless bathroom kinds
but the ones I could scream out
till my throat bleeds
till I could drown my fucking sorrows
or go out of my mind
I want to throw curses,
punch walls
kick Windows
slam tables
throw rocks
Chain smoke
smash phones
break glasses
ensconced in cotton sheets
calm, collected, convivial
no fits, no stomping feet
Craziness is an illusion to make yourself feel better when you're always defeated by reality.
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