How much more can this body hold?
Keep safely locked inside?
Away from innocent bystanders.
It builds up every day.
Surely something will have to give,
Either my mind or the wall.
Some one is bound to get hurt,
It can’t be helped.
Nothing seems to work.
Nothing can fully channel it out of me.
This body is no infinite pit.
It’ll get full to the brim.
Then everything will boil over.
It’ll scold all it comes into contact with.

by ash cummins

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