Scream

 

I want to scream.

Slap someone upside the head.

Kick a shin, no, make that two.

Tell it straight, mince no words.

But I don’t

I bit my trembling lip

Curb my tongue

I need to be better than this

 

I want to sink to my knees,

In aisle tree; canned goods.

Pray: take me out of here.

Throw a temper tantrum

Like a four year old. No, make that two

But I don’t.

I push my trolley

And wait my turn

 

In the car my cold face

Has burning eyes

I clench jaw and hands

I’ll be fine

Or so I tell my dog, no, make that two

But I’m not.

Now I just want to scream.

And slap someone upside the head.