Losing it..

You can feel it rising,
Higher and higher.
Its called anger,
Hate,
And grief.

You can’t really control it.
It just happens.
It’s over whelming at times.

But you still try.

Gritting your teeth,
Clenching your fists.
Even knowing it’s a losing battle,
You refuse to give up.
To give in.
Bighting down,
With every ounce of strength you have.

If only they knew the memories that hound you.
And all of those sleepless nights,
That you lied in bed crying.
Praying that the nightmares would stop.

They don’t understand.
They tell you to stop showing,
Disrespect.

When your not.
You’re just fighting.
Fighting for control of what little you have,
And of so much you have to lose.

Everyday you slip.
Losing your grip.
Losing control.
And when you finally lose it,
They might just then,
Realize the truth.

That you’re holding on by a thread,
And everyday it threatens to break.

And when it does?
Who knows?

It’s just not going to be pretty.