A poem talking about not feeling the way you want to;

"How can I yell at something that wasn't there,

When I scream into my mind that it's not fair,

Out of the depths onto written paper,

How am I supposed to feel good about this later,

Running around a triangle pointed too sharply,

Rotating life's unsettling truths not so lightly,

Where is the direction that I've been wanting,

Rather than this unsupportive voice so haunting,

I wanted hands to hold not voices to judge me,

Just pacing back and forth trying to let it all be"