I feel myself imploding as
pressure builds up around me;
I become filled up with worry-
my self-destruction is near.
Fear shakes me to the core,
all my mistakes are mine to bear.
I am collapsing within myself
from the sting of relapsed failure.
Composure is an unknown emotion;
I’ve become prone to crashing.
Lashing out at all who arouse me,
I cannot be doused when I’m inflamed.
Blamed by those who broke me,
only smoke will remain in my wake.