Anger, antsy and aching.* It hurts to hold it in. Boiling, bitter, breaking. It try's tirelessly to reach out. Careless, careening, no control It takes a hold of me. Deftly defying detention. Seeping into my skin, it burns.* Endless, empty, emotionless?
Nay, they anger is there to stay.
I'm not actually an angry person, but when words flow...