I want to scream and shout. I want to break something. Even if it hurts me. I want to see something shatter against the wall. I want to be the one to do it. To be in control. I want to let go in a store and go crazy. I want to snap at someone. I want to take this mask of being alright off. But instead I return to my state growing up. Bottle the anger, and pass it on to someone who is going to shake it till the top wants to pop. I want to explode and release the pressure. But I just sit still in corners and stare at the wall. No tears. No shaking. Just anger. Lots of it. Why? I don't know. I wish I could break that the most. But I'm entitled to my feelings, so I'll leave them in the bottle for a little bit longer.