My temper flares, my unreasonable mind dares, anyone to get in my way,
The red mist has descended, all reason has vacated, my furious mind.
My words become sharp, wanting to cut like a knife,
Why don't they understand, the point I'm trying to make?
I wish this didn't happen, as often as it can.
I hate to be the person, shouting out rather than remaining calm.
But I have to accept this part, of my often frustrating personality,
With passion comes impatience and that's something I have to work on, every day.
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Words: 50 Ways To Show My Love For You
PoetryWords: The eternal love of my life. They can shed light, when things seem dark. They can find me, when I lose myself. They let me express myself, without question and when I want to show others my emotions, good or bad, they are there at my dis...
