Do you ever have those
Dreadful moments
Where you thought
To blow up the world
Because nothing is going your way.
You curse the air you breathe
But the words come out in
Nimble squawks.
You try to bottle up
Every feeling you ever had
Because you know
If there was any slightest
Examination of your mind
You would be sent to jail
Or the psychiatric ward.
Anger the demon
That feeds off of every word
You said in past years
Is the reason behind many of these
Complex emotions.
We may try to stop it.
But eventually
It will consume us and hurt
Those who are near