When anger turns to Rage

Fire coursing through my veins,
steam expelled as the cool droplets of rain
pour on my head and run down to my tiny toes,
my face as hot as fresh black coal.
They’ve been getting on my nerves but this time they went too far.
My mind becomes a waste yard for negative emotions,
not even degradable by the strongest love potions.
Never disposed off, the refuse heap is now piled up.
She applied the last tiny pressure
And I exploded!
Tick. Tock. boom!! Like a bomb or a gun fully loaded
I Exploded.
They made me explode.
She made me explode and now the flames, even more intense
radiates to my surroundings, crossing every fence.
Last I remember, the fire burnt down the bridge connecting us together.
Then it dried up love.
Now the fire is out of control and it’s just me against the world.

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A piece of advice: when your anger stats getting out of control, check yourself. Anger is very dangerous and it does damages that we sometimes cannot reverse!

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