My fuse, once long, slowly burns away.
Closer to making me explode.
The volcano bubbling and boiling inside me,
Is ready to erupt.
So much packed into me,
So little time to alleviate it.
I want to scream until I'm hoarse.
I want to punch out a wall.
I want to throw a rock so hard that it will shatter,
Falling apart as it slams into the ground.
I want to break glass,
And hope that the pieces shatter into bits.
Revenge isn't the answer to my full-grown anger.
Nor is isolation in my Tower.
The situations I am in call for action.
Actions of kindness and acceptance.
The things I'm angry about shouldn't matter anymore.
Situations in the past must stay there.
Hopefully, once my anger cools there will be a time of peace.
Until then, a long list should be taken care of for now.
