As of late I've found myself flying off the handle quite a bit and it's kind of upsetting. I know, I know, losing my temper over losing my temper. It's crazy but I don't normally get my boxers in a bunch over anything. It's become so frequent that I decided I want to try and describe what it's like. The best way I know how is through a poem. It's very serious, if you don't take it seriously I'll get mad at you! (complete and utter sarcasm by the way)
I just lose it.
I get this pressure in my head that censors rational thought... for the merest thousandth of a second it happens but in that minute amount of time I've made a grave mistake.
To err is human?
That's a pitiable justification to console the masses.
I cannot forgive that.
I feel it in the back of my eyes... it pulses in my skull.
It happens within fractions of this existence but I catch it,
I recognize it.
It's black, or rather, there isn't any color... my eyes just go dark.
It swells like a tempest upon the rocks, a broken body and shattered hope-
an uncaring, unfeeling, unafraid of consequential entity.
It's becoming more and more frequent. I'm sane... it tells me.
It's impatient. It's unforgiving. It's taking over.
The boundaries are becoming blurred and the edges are disappearing.
It won't be long until the point of no return has been crossed and I can finally rest knowing I am utterly and absolutely furious. Hell has nothing on me.
I'll just smile and hope it goes away.
I'm tired of expressing... it's lost on you.