I had another outburst.
My bottled feelings boiled over,
Spilled down my shirt,
And scalded both of us.
Sometimes I'm able to step away
When I feel those feelings roiling,
But more often than not I notice too late,
And more than myself gets burned.
Part of me would rather be liked,
But the other'd rather be right,
And my righteous, preposterous rage
Frequently fills me with regrets.
Emotional outbursts scorch the earth
Like dragon's fire, uncontained,
And even though I'm terribly sorry,
I know it'll happen again.
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