Boiling Point
Choke;
I break under your fixed stare.
Overbearing;
I can’t bear the weight
Of my own hate.
Bite on open wounds.
I can feel your anger too.
To pieces,
My purpose is blurred.
Boiling
And I’m holding back tears.
It’s despair when
You’re around.
----------it's been a crappy couple of days.
