Where To Turn?

There is something building,
I can feel the pressure rising,
Just waiting to boil over,
This crazy,
Jumbled up feeling,
I don't even know what it is.
I need to scream,
Punch a wall,
Anything before I explode.
Little things become huge,
Huge things become overwhelming.
I can't think,
Can't see through the chaos
That engulfs my mind.
Everything is confused,
I don't know where to turn.

The End

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