Heavy hearts, tearful eyes

I wanted to write an "angry poem", lashing out at you with words. 

But my fingers would not type, my mind blank.

But my heart, my heart was saying a lot more than nothing. 

It was yelling, screaming, shouting on top of it's imaginary lungs.

It wanted to beat out of my chest to give you a piece of it's mind.

It was screaming all the swear words it possibly knew. 

My heart knew what to say, it knew exactly what to say. 

My heart's anger, it's agony, that's what was creating this feeling inside me. 

That feeling like a hundred people are doing CPR on you,

Pressing your chest so hard you can feel it slowly crushing. 

Like your entire world is crumbling. 

My mind may lie to you,  maybe even my words.

But my heart, my heart knows what I feel,

And one day, you will know what I feel too. 

"Your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you"