• I feel it.
    It’s lurking just beneath the surface.

    We begin to talk, and it pushes even closer to the surface.
    Its waiting right there, waiting for you to say something.
    Something that will give it an excuse.
    And excuse to let it bubble over, and pour from my mouth.
    Then you scream into it's face,
    And it bursts!

    The anger that was sitting, and waiting, now spills from my lips.
    It makes me forget, it doesn’t let me think, it just reacts.
    The anger, it’s so hot. Scorching.
    It burns you, it burns and burns until you go quiet.

    The anger, it feels satisfied.
    Feeling content, it slinks back to its home,
    Just beneath the surface.