I’ve been holding my breath in
I’m screaming Armageddon in my head,
letting loose everything I’m afraid
to let crawl out of my mouth
into the already corrupt atmosphere.
I’m burning up,
every anger and frustration
bundled up into one big fireball.
A therapist sits in the horizon
with a pen and paper,
waiting for me,
ready to take notes and nod her head
I am my worst enemy right now.
Everything I hold in will soon erupt.
Maybe not today.
But in time,
my ball of fire will be hard to put out.