A careless word of bad intent,
Gestures made from frustration,
Or a look betraying disdain—
These cause my mask to slip away.
My temperature seems to rise rapidly,
The blood in my arteries to boil,
My eyes becomes red as embers,
Complimenting the crimson hue of my face.
The hands by my side slowly contract,
Clenching into two tight fists,
They rise up to strike twin blows
As a scream escapes from pursed lips.
Contumacy leads to indignation,
My ego is bruised and swelling,
As I prepare to quarrel and fight,
My temper clouds my once bright mind.
A curse forms on my lips,
Breaking my sneer for a moment
As it is spit like venom at my opponent,
A foul wind passing between us.
My eyes now smolder with rage,
My visions has narrowed and focused,
The calming supplications of friends fade,
As I surrender the last vestiges of self-control.