Soul In Turmoil

Within, within, striving to get out, to molt away this barrier entwined in life. Not knowing what it is or why it hangs on so, trying desperately to throw it away. Growing up has not seemed to lessen the pressure felt from it, what is it's cause, wondering, as ripping and clawing at it with untiring, relentless, broken spirit. There are no ways of relieving this monstrosity from life except going through the rage and anger associated with it. Senses are felt when touched, they are violent and thought provoking, full of fears and unceasing doubts of it's reality. Where are the corners hidden? Between the circles of rage and intense anger is the only answer. There seems to be no way around it, over or under it, the only solution seems to be straight through it, unfailingly straight as an arrow. Fear fills a heart with blackest dread, stepping back from it at every turn, banners of titled withdrawal fall hopelessly once more upon a soul in turmoil, leaving them stranded in the emptiness, lost and desolate as always.