Final Break

Surrounded, I am alone.
I smile and laugh,
Until my thoughts catch up with me.
I can’t solve it all.
But, I can’t ask for help.
The beast is my burden.
Oh, to only have a hand to hold!
And for an uncompromisingly,
Understanding stare,
To tell me it’s all right.
And for me not to question,
If their motives are true.
But, I ask for no help.
I am a burden to myself.
To others.
I want to shut down my mind.
For just a day or two.
I want not to think,
But to feel,
To understand.
The unshed tears,
And the sheathed rage,
I will hold inside.
The hurt,
The anger,
Comes from no destination.
Speak. Speak. Speak.
The words won’t come.
No understanding.
All the confusion.
Broken words.
Unfitting rhymes.
Staggered rhythm.
Release.
Sleep.
Anger.
Sorrow.
Hurt.
Loss.
Speak. Speak. Speak.
Thought.
Sick.
Tears.
Break.
Condensed.
Confined.
Trapped.
Alone.
Speak! Speak! Speak!