Inside The Truth. Poem by Dolan Doran

talking to you.
listening to them.
No chance to speak.
Too much.
to hard to stay calm.
Breathe. Inhale
Exhale.
One, two, three...
Not working.
I try.
I want to get out.
Caged in...trapped.
Too much.
I want to scream
To hit it.
hit them.
you look at me.
'what's wrong? '
You can't SEE it! ? ?
That's it!
I break, Shatter
Hit, Kick, Scream.
Run
lite up
You come back.
I hit again.
I can't control it.
What's wrong with me?
Looking through...not my eyes...
This can't be me doing this.
Help me.
Hit.Hit.Hit.HIT!
NO! I won't!
Please...help me stop this.
It's too much.
...hit hit hit....