What's Eating Me

When things started to build up for me, I wanted to scream. Louder than a pillow could hide. I wanted to grip my fists until my palms bruised. All this emotion. Irrational? Justified? Did I deserve to be so angry, so sad, so frustrated? Ask person to person and they'll have a different answer. So I walked away. I walked away from all these people and out into the woods. To a place where a strange sheet calls to me. A reminder, a beacon. Is it hope? I don't know. I want to understand. I want to call out. I want to hope....I want to change again.