Stress Ball.

I lay upon my bed.
Eyes closed real tight.
A stress ball clenched in my hand.
I hold onto it with all of my might.

In my own quiet mind,
I giggle as I make up scenes.
The stress ball turns into a head,
It quickly turns into one of a teen.

I choke it with all of my might,
Not letting it have one breath.
The face is still all blurred up.
I want this head to see death.

I think at first it\'s one of my fiends,
So I choke the ball even tighter.
I strangle that head with all of my might,
I laugh as I think of myself as a fighter.

The ball is getting less blurry.
Blonde hair starts to show.
I figure it\'s some girl from school,
I squish it around like dough.

Then the appearance starts to take shape,
The nose, the mouth, and the eyes.
I quickly let go of my ball,
My breath caught in my surprise.

That head was my very own,
And I was strangling it with all my might.
I glance slowly at my ball,
At the face so quiet and white.