I’ve got a silent fury in me
As black and cancerous as nicotine.
It flows through my veins.
It blocks my pores.


It weaves around my body like a vine.
It has a name, a face, a vice-like grip.
Strangling me in my sleep,
Consuming me in my wake.


I don’t know who I am anymore.
Just a shell of fear and dread.
Not dread from violence,
But ostracism and controlling


I try to talk
I try to tell you…
It’s the lack of respect.
It’s about always being at the bottom of the list.


You hear nothing.
I try again…
It’s about the silence.
It’s the complete lack of emotion from you.


You roll your eyes…’the same old tune’.
But I can’t take any more.
My personality is suffocating,
It’s morphing…into rage.


I could leave,
But that would mean failure
I could stay,
For more of the same.


How did I get here?
It could never happen to me.
But it did…
…please stop