I can't believe how much I hate

Fingers clenched,

My face bright red,

But he didn't say anything.

The floor seems to disappear from below my feet,

And suddenly I am a volcano,

Ready to explode at any moment.

The fire inside of me rumbles with every word he speaks,

Even if he says something remotely friendly,

My urge to scream goes from 0 to 100.

Before I know it,

I'm screaming into my pillow.

I'm not an angry volcano,

but I am an angry human.

And every day It builds and builds.

It's like living with a bomb in your mouth,

And at any time,

it could go off.

The sight of him,

or the slightest scent of his,

Brings the bomb closer to its breaking point.

And today it will explode.