Consumed Poem by Wandering Biku

I know I'm frustrated.
I know I'm angry.
I don't know why.
I know what to do
To try to quell it,
But for one reason
I don't want to let it go.

I surround myself with
Loud noises and angry voices
Ride a wave of my own
Feather spitting.
And still I don't know why,
I just am.

A vigorous scribble scratched
Inside my skull,
No end to pull at.
Just gritted teeth
Tense shoulders
Clenched fists
My feet stomping one
After the other.

Feeling if I lose this feeling
I'll never get it back.
This is my fire, but
Its uncontrolled and unfocused
I revel in it as I
Blister and burn
Tightness in my ribs
Dare you cross me now?