exhale.

Fire

Inside of me, somewhere, there is a raging fire of emotions.

And not necessarily the best ones either.

Lately, it's been the frustration, and the anger that rise to the surface.

And before I say anything,

I can feel the fire intensify,

And my skin feels hot,

Sometimes my eyes start to water,

Like when a dragon is about to breathe fire,

And its scales begin to glow,

And the air heats up...

But there's no way of stopping it.

I can only warn the people I care about to stand back,

So they don't get burned.

And,

I know it's bad,

Probably terrible in fact,

But I'm just waiting for certain people to step into my line of fire.

Accidentally or otherwise.