Anger.

Anger I A million unspoken words, Snapping like I’m strung with cords. You make me lose control, But to you, it’s just amusement. I’ve held it in too long, Yet you were always too rough. A pounding in my chest, Feelings pressing, heavy and tough. I want to throw a fit, You’d call me dramatic. Treating me like a game, But my rage is not elastic. You pull, you strain, You feed the flame. I’m a bomb ticking, Thinking I won’t erupt — but I can.