I get these impulses to scream until glass shatters, or break everything in my line of sight, just so they all can see what really lives inside of me. To show them and this entire rotting town how rabid and vile I am beneath the surface. That I am not plastic but a force of self-loathing and misery that would terrify their sleepy lives. My very being would scare them so badly no one would utter my name aloud again.
