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Feb 2013
I feel it mounting,
slowly, steadily building,
every little thing adds to the heat,
I feel,
that slowly rises,
to my head,
creating an ever growing red mist,
that clouds my vision.
That mist is hard to clear away,
once it comes,
and luckily I rarely see it,
but when it's there,
my rage becomes,
uncontrolled.
My fuse is long,
but once it's lit,
it can not be stopped,
i'm like a ticking time bomb,
ready to explode,
at any given moment,
and when I do explode,
I cause an impressive amount,
of damage.
But now I know I will explode soon,
I can feel the adrenaline,
rush through my veins,
and my blood,
roaring in my ears,
my body is shaking with
the anticipation,
of finally letting go,
of my anger,
and releasing all of my stress,
and feelings,
so I can start fresh again,
but until that happens,
my anger will be,
uncontrolled,
and never stopped,
until I can calm myself down.
I am not exactly the nicest person when I get angry, and I find it really hard to hold back the physical response of violence I want to give, and instead I just use my words, which my end up hurting more than any physical blows I may have given...
Tatiana
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Tatiana  26/F/in a lighthouse
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