Aggression

My pores feel every bit of helplessness

I go through

I will not yell

I will not call for help

You will never understand

Everything is an illusion

Maybe even help is.

The feeling is strong but

I can’t hold on to it.

Aggression runs in the back of my mind

Reason me if it should not.

I can’t feign smile always.

But I see the ghost of helplessness

Haunting me

Everywhere I move across

I don’t need you to make me smile

I will shun you.

I will not let you understand.