I feel like I am about to explode.
Curling my fingers, I suffocate the air in between them and my palm as I make a fist.
I want to break something, shatter it into nothing.
Twisting my body I load my ammunition in hand.
And as if someone flicked a switch, I spun my body hurling my bullet into the wall before me.
My vocal cords vibrate with the angered passion of my hatred.
Why this emotion?
All this for what?
To use words seems impossible.