My frustration built up like walls around my sense of serenity.
Starts out like a microscopic chip.
That then builds higher and higher like the building blocks of a child.
Just like the starting of a volcanic eruption.
My insides boil with a heat and anger.

My tranquil side in the brain tries to break down this build.
Yet like a volcano nothing can be done.
Frustration cannot be stopped til it subsides.
People may only run and take cover from the explosion erupting inside.
My level of lava in the inner core grows and grows.

I begin to struggle with my wording like a toddler beginning to speak.
These are the signs of a frustration morphing into an angry rage.
That microscopic chip blows like the end of a ticking time bomb.
Words pour out of my mouth like roaring waves of a storm.
Finally the lava simmers down and hardens to form the hard crust.

My frustration becoming anger subsides.
I forget the violent words that were just spit out of my mouth.
I feel in a daze like I was not myself in those seconds of rage.
Just like a tornado destroys things in its path then goes away like it was never there.
My clear sky of tranquility and peace rises and appears.