Temper

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Whenever I lose my temper.

I'm on my I'll-Kill-You mood.

So don't try messing up with me, or you'll see the hideous side of me.

No one can even calm the hell out of me.

Or else I'll be just twice upset.

When I'm at this kind of mood, stay quiet.

And start distancing yourself away from me.

And you better shut up for an hour or two.

Don't do anything stupid that will caught my attention.

Because I might put my anger into you.

Nothing can calm me down.

Music? No.

Rain? No.

Stars? No.

Sky? No.

Writing? No.

All I can do is hurt myself. Physically.

Punching the wall? Yup.

Punching my legs or arms? Yup.

Pulling my hair. Hard? Yup.

Pinching my self? Yup.

When I'm pissed off, it looks like I could kill someone with my barehands.

You read it right, I got satisfied hurting myself. For a while.

Little things can pissed me again.

Buzzing.

Whispers.

Voices.

Shouting.

Cursing.

                                                                            Or even a presence of someone.

Those can turn me into a monster. Again.

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