Control

As I cry the tears burns my face like acid rain.
I think I'm going insane with no one but me to blame.
 There's no one who cares enough to allow me to open up and share.
Yet set upon me accusations and vicious stares.
Stay away from me like I'm spreading an infection.
 Holding no heart and with forced smiles which offer no affection.
I fear I'm losing control.
The blood starts boiling rapidly in my veins and my temperature rises.
 My heart begins to be profusely.
 My palms become sweaty, my throat tightens, and my eyes stings from the tears.
 I open my mouth to speak but my voice cannot be found.
 And there is no one around to hear and I'm terrified.
 Petrified of what has yet to be seen. Then again I tried to scream but there is no sound.
 Unable to express myself I become angry.
Angrier than a mad woman with no recollection of who she is and where she has been.
I then lose myself control.
And I snap!