Everyone Is Mad At Me

It’s pretty funny, actually. How frantic I am. Opening every window. Turning on every fan. As if that will dispel the anger in the air. And drown the yelling. But still, everyone is pretending. It’s pretty unfortunate, actually. How much I am struggling to speak slowly. Gritting my teeth. Saying that I'm ok. They are the irrational ones! They are the insincere ones! They are the insecure ones! They turn off the fans and close the windows. Trapping me in this space. But when the loud air stops flowing… It is only my crying that is heard. It’s pretty funny, actually. How frantic I am.