Soon, a storm

In his veins, tumbling,
thoughts and emotions
and words he never said,
because
no one listened.

In his hands, shaking,
anger that
really isn't anger because it's
only disguising fear, because
how can you not be afraid when
people cut you with their actions,
tear you with their words?

In his heart, spreading,
a fog of pressure and sadness,
taking over, pressing against his lungs, making it
harder, harder, harder to breathe, and
soon, soon,
those thoughts, those feelings, those words,
they need to come out,
release into the air, into the world, because
everyone needs to breathe, and
they need to come out fast and furious, because
that's the only way when they've
been locked up for years.
Soon, soon.