Someone To Help Carry The Load

A fire rages in my chest,

fueled by my anger.

It’s growing,

spreading;

it runs through my veins,

and uses my bones,

as

kindling.

I cannot contain it,

and I’m afraid

that soon,

I will explode on someone.

I need someone to help carry the load

that is my existence.

It’s moments like these,

that make me wish

I was better at relationships.

I clench my jaw,

make a fist,

and carry on a usual-

alone.

-C.H.