These Thoughts

Thoughts keep churning in my head,
I’m struggling to stop from seeing red.
Over and over and over and over,
how do I stop it from taking me lower?
Spiraling into a cycle of depression,
this angst is becoming an obsession.
I want to scream at the world outside,
but I also don’t want them to see me cry.
I’ve said hate is a virus that burns within—
I don’t want it to consume me,
the way it consumed them.