Rage bubbling up inside me;
A frothing liquid, ebbing and flowing like the tide,
Overriding my conscious thoughts
To play insane tricks on my daydreams.
A force with the power to upturn my perceptions of reality,
Leaving my real ‘self’ whirling in a downward spiral;
Gasping and clutching at what remains of my sanity
To be this close to the edge of reality;
Pulling back under a sense of control
Then rocking forward to look into the precipice.
Sometimes, I dangle my feet over the rim;
Toying with thoughts of leaping into the dark void
In my constant quest for peace within
Living in a haze of dysfunctional thoughts
I stop trusting myself and begin avoidance techniques
Confrontation is my fear, as if others would see into my soul,
Grab my rage and expose it for all the world to see
Too many decades of believing shows of emotion
Are a weakness. Can I change this?
