#Im writing this at work in cursive so I don't tear through the paper

[fandomly-obsessed]

I'm an angry person.

I have rage in my heart and spite in my bones.

I am born of it.

I spit fire from my tongue and relish in the burns.

But I know restraint. I know when to cast aside emotion for the sake of progress.

I seethe to see others do not.

But I know restraint.

I know to spit fire would only breed more conflict.

So I remain silent,

and let my fire burn me instead.

And I remain silent if only to stop from screaming at the world for being unfair.

But I know restraint,

and while my fingers shake and turn blue at their creeping frost, I burn from inside.

I wonder which of us will destroy me first.