Is hard to keep closed

When I get angry

Words escape that even

I hate to hear…

My buttons get pushed

And my words ignite

The anger as the buttons

Seems to always be set

On high…

My pilot light is always

Flickering…it’s what keeps

Me alive..why anyone

Would want to push it

To high and ignites the heat…

I wish I could deride

Before the flash and burn

Of ugly language erupts…