trying to find the corner in a circular room

I threw a packet of dirty  
bread rolls at the wall tonight  
dirty because my child stole them  
and emptied them on the floor  
to play with like wheaty squishies  
 
We don't have much food  
and I reached the end of my patience  
with the kind of unhinged scream
that should be reserved for serious issues  
 
In the grand scheme of things  
this is nothing  
but in the day to day struggles  
this was the culmination of everything  
I can't control  
 
And the worst part is  
that vocal retching didn't help  
it didn't free me  
it didn't make dinner magically  
fucking fix itself  
 
It didn't reduce the stress that's been  
building  
and  
building  
and  
building  
until...
 
I threw a packet of dirty  
bread rolls at the wall tonight