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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