Anguish...

My silent anger screams itself through the tissues of my being...wanting to burst forth with all its might, shattering ears that would not hear anyway, destroying everything in its wake, scratching at the walls of stoic and stony gazes, drawing blood and leaving marks of anguish on faces that i wish i would not recognise from albums of my memory...my frustration pulls at its own hair, pulling tufts of it free from the bindings of its scalp, my fingers strike out in blank attack, wanting to jerk and shake the other into recognition and understanding, my hopelessness stares out of panicky, maniac eyes, and finally settles as puddles of stark white writing on a black background