An Unquiet Warning 
It is so
silent — but so unquiet,
not quite the
fucking riot,
that I was
hoping for.
I am
moody, I am brooding, and I don’t want to think anymore.
I want to
get angry, I want to get mad,
I want to
throw the biggest temper tantrum that I’ve ever had.
It is all
bottled up, ready to ignite,
I just
might explode if I don’t find a fight.
So
consider this your warning because I am feeling mean, irrational, and I am
hungry for a target,
Do not be
the one to set me off because I am dying to deliver a tongue lashing that
you’ll never forget.
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