Again you boil over,
I kick myself for being surprised.
Like clockwork,
The hour changes and you explode.

I dont want to flinch,
Waiting for the rage that comes after the contents of your lap hit the floor,
Your voice ripping through the still air.

I beg you to stop,
I plead to your sensitive side,
So tightly tucked away,
Hoping you will empathise.

You lash out again,
your sadness slipping deeper still,
Anger replacing the vulnerability,
Until that is all that remains.