Some people bring out your inner witch

And before you know it

You have become a nasty bitch

 

Though you try to be calm

You let off a bomb, your adrenaline

At a high pitch

 

“They deserve it”,

You say, though it ruins your day

With your feelings about to unhitch

 

Your breath comes in pants

Because of your rants

The vein in your forehead pronounced

 

Away to the bathroom you go to cool off

Shut the door,

Turn the lock, and chill out

 

Whisper-scream in the mirror

Get a grip – let it go

And get rid of your justified furor

 

 

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

©April 26, 2016