Restless

I am screaming like anything

I am throwing things away,

Breaking the glass window,

Wrecking the bookshelves.

Tearing up the posters

Of my heroes, ever silent.

There’s someone at my door.

And I could only figure out,

That it’s you, observing.

And not stopping me.

With a curious look.

Do you think it’s funny?

I pick up the vase…

You vanish and the poor thing

Hits the mirror.

Shattering my face

Into pieces.