Break Stuff Slam

The sound hardly registers

Why should it?

My fist against the wall

I expected something louder

I am alone

And I am angry

And the two go hand in hand

Mixing together

Till one is the same as the other

I want to hate them

I want to blame them

Instead I just hurt

Wonder how to ease this pain

Break stuff

Why do they hate me?

What happened before isn't my fault

After all I've done for them

Why are they still afraid?

I cry out

Frustration too much to keep inside

The chair splinters against the wall

No satisfaction

I never asked for this

They did it to me

It's not my fault

Break stuff

They all think

I'm going to go crazy

If it's such a big deal

Why'd they start it in the first place

I didn't want this

I've spent my whole life

Trying to be what they want

I've suffered long enough

I did everything for them

Every waking moment

Trying to become what they say I should be

The table flies into the wall

Dishes shatter and the wood cracks

Why isn't this helping?

Break stuff

Again my fists strike the wall

The sound is better this time

Hit it again

Focus on the pain

Let it take me away

Don't hear the window open

Don't hear footsteps in my room

There's one thing on my mind

Break stuff

I'm bleeding

I'm sweating

And if it bugs me

Then it's just more fuel

I know I'm scary this way

No one's ever seen me as such

Even if it is what they're afraid of

But the face is so familiar

To my silent observer

It's so easy to be angry

So hard to find an out let

If I go at this much longer

That wall won't stand a chance

It's a temporary outlet

It's a small escape

It's a simple solution

It's not hard to

Break stuff

When the wall starts to crack

When my fists are bleeding so they slide

That is when I hear some one move

Suddenly there's a hand

Lightly on my shoulder

As if afraid

As if nervous

As if

As if

I know this hand

I knows this isn't fear

I know I have to stop

Though I still just want to

Break stuff

I turn

Collapse into welcoming arms

Glad not to be alone

Our conversations seem to have double meanings

And this is no exception

Just like always

Neither can say what's really there

"Thank you"

I mean it

Deep breaths

I'm shaking

"It's no big deal."

Are you okay?

Even in its soothing tones that voice is cool

Even when its trying to help

That voice has its chill

I doubt that will ever change

"Why are you here?"

How did you know I needed you?

Look up to find

Cold green eyes staring down at me

"You made a lot of noise."

I was worried

Look away

I can't stand to see concern in those eyes

I don't want his pity

I don't need his sympathetic stare

"I didn't mean to."

You shouldn't

His arms are persistent,

holding me close

He doesn't care if I push him away

He's dependable and always there

"I care about you, you know."

My breath catches in my throat

Fingers grasp at his shirt

It's a step towards the truth

Farther than we've gone before

He holds me close,

He's not bothered that I don't respond

I'd like to stay like this forever

But I know he has to leave

He has better things to do

But he'll be back

Next time I break stuff

"I know…"

I care about you too

It's hard to say what I mean

I don't wan to fall into a trick

I know isn't there

His fingers run through my hair

He lets his arms fall to his side

I know he has to leave

But I hate to let him go

He slips out

Quiet as he came

I stare out the window after him

And wonder what comes next

My room isn't what it was before

I feel trapped in these walls

I want to follow after

But I know that's not allowed

He's quiet and he cares

He's scary and always there

I know that if I need him

He'll be near

He'll be here to help

Every time I start to break stuff.

END

((A/N: Weee, poetry! Cookies to anyone who gets the pairing!))