Passive Aggressive


Like a pot of water

slowly coming to a boil-

it starts to fizzle

and then bubble.

The bubbles pop,

they pop scarily, rapidly-

and in the steam 

you see the darkness,

the enmity in my eyes.

But my soul breaks 

at the release of explosion.

Immediate regret,

and disdain,

for myself and this part of me.


I try so hard

to keep this beast contained-

and yet,

he always finds his way to the surface,

eventually. 

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