I feel like I'm about to explode;
is boiling up,
and my fragile calm
is about to shatter into a hundred pieces.
Shards of glass break cruelly,
cutting those who hover to close,
care too much to be indifferent.
My problems have gotten too loud
to be settled over rational discussions.
Even minor actions will be louder than my hysterical shouts.
I'm tired of being disappointed
by my "supporting family."
Why are those that I turn to
always ready to stab me in the eyes,
then telling me to see things their way.
Is it me,
or are all their ways
covered in hazy red?