Sometimes I want to rage at everyone, all the liars, the manipulators, the insensitive ones, the ones who can’t look me in the eye or make time for me.
It was easy when I drank to release the beast inside. I screamed, threw things, swung my fists at the nearest offender.
The problem is there will always be a bigger, badder, beast than you. When that day comes it changes you.
You swallow any anger, rage, resentment, fear, sadness, for as long as you can. You are too afraid to release any of it because of that one moment you were crushed, broken into a million pieces.
There was nothing left of you after that. Your smile never quite reached your eyes again, your laughter sounded forced, fake, at least to your own ears. No one else noticed you just going through the motions. No one noticed how jumpy you became when a door slammed or voices were raised. How you had to have your back to a wall so you could see every person coming and going. NO ONE NOTICED.
They now notice a sliver of the beast creeping out here and there. Eventually you get full, you can only swallow so much.
What happens when the beast is set completely free? Self-destruction is the only hand I have left to play.
Everyone has gone. I stayed silent too long or not long enough depending on who you ask.