Over the years I have become crabbed!
Anyone can get me to the quick!
I loose my cool quickly so often.
A string of abuse surge in my being,
I lash out viciously, my expressions
beating a vixen hollow, in bearing her fangs!
I have read a lot about anger, hence I am aware of the
chemical reactions playing havoc to my health..
I still regale in the emotion refusing to calm my jangled nerves.
Yes… I am a weakling , not deft
to prevent the theft
of my remote control.
My remote control is lying somewhere
For someone to press a button and be empowered,
to regulate my emotions.
I like a voodoo
dance to their tune:
I get …Angry
Much to their glee!
Wish I could recover my remote control of my emotions...
And have the guts to keep it safe and sound.