The ANGER within.

This tingly feeling has got me exaggerating.

My heart beat has skipped a thousand beats.

To feel or not to feel, is a question that I am still contemplating.

A message of whether or not I want to accept the fact that I am normal.

That I can feel just as everyone else does, but this tingling sensation is starting to get irritating.

With my face as hot as a turned on the stove,

and my breathing as heavy as though I was an obese patient.

With my heart rate increasing

&

Adrenaline rushing, I attack.

Pushing my fists into the wall, so far that my knuckles come head on to the main wooden wall behind the drywall.

Crack

As I slowly remove my hand from the broken wall I notice a wine like a sight pouring out from my hand.

Blood?

With the tingling feeling now gone and the blood like wine sight, I feel nothing.

And once again I am back to being myself,

someone who feels nothing.