Jumping Out Of Context

Wanting to yell and scream, rant and rave - throw a temper tantrum, instead, sitting here as if already interred within my grave. Hugging a pillow to keep these insides calm enough to stay many outside spontaneous bursts of anger, sitting in silent conversation with myself. Fighting the irresistible urges to fly off the handle, anxiety builds itself a wall within. Eating away whatever should happen to get in it's way, hating the feelings all of this brings with it. Jumping out of context and running away from it.