Grenade

I can't take it any more.
So many emotions at once,
Waiting to explode from my heart.
But they can only dribble from my pen.

I want to scream, shout, cry, laugh...
Puke.
All at once.
But it's locked in this metal shell.

I am a grenade waiting to blow up
With a stuck pin.
I need to find someone, something
To cool me down
Relieve this internal pressure approaching critcal point.

But the words won't come. They can't.
Because they aren't words.
They're feelings.
And they'll only come out one way.

So pull my pin.
See what happens.