Mock

I glare into his face, an overwhelming feeling of anger
rising from deep within
my hands clench tight as a clam shell
as do my teeth

Anger rising up, ascending from way deep down
his mysterious shadow looms over me,
those condescending eyes stare deep into mine
trembling with hostile enjoyment
the result: my own despicable actions
disappointed with my preposterous actions
my arm extends, my fist drives into the face
of he who has always haunted me

the glass shatters, pieces fall to the floor in shambles
i silently stare down
at the face the man that has had a hold on me
for too long he has controlled my thoughts
and now it is shattered and lying in pieces
this feeling is temporary, will never go away
but maybe, just for now,
i can enjoy my feelings of serenity
and until i am finally free, that may just have to
suffice