Dark Emotions

I feel like lashing out at everyone. That anguish, that burn, that hatred the confusion of how it originated maybe the cause is buried deep inside me or maybe there are many causes that led to this feeling of insanity the feeling of darkness overpowering me maybe it all came from the black flowers which had already started to bloom in my garden of white. Everyone looks at me like i am depressed a girl who has shut herself to escape all the storms maybe i had already braved all the rain and hail and now i am suffocating in all that white snow on which the dark ink had already been dropped bit by bit , but it now has spread all around me, erasing the light forever from my memory and sight replacing it with nights void of stars and moon. How my canvas of dreams now splashed on with a huge bucket of nothingness and maybe that bucket had already been full just waiting to be used by that painter unknown the painter born out of all the buried emotions and escaped from the hollows of patience to finally ruin all those colorful dreams with the dark painting or reality with his black brush