So many times, I try to rise above frustrating situations, to stay out of the fray. I look down my nose at the ridiculousness of it all and scorn those who are in the middle, battling it out. But through all of my I'm-so-above-this BS, I'm...
to beat the shit out of somebody. I want to bloody noses and punch sneering faces. I wanna slap a mofo so hard that his ears ring.
My blood boils, my ire rises, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in protest of being held back and away from the fight.
I put on this facade of calm-cool-collected and yet, if you look closely, you'll see my jaw moving. And you'll realize that my teeth are grinding one another to dust, because it's taking every ounce of kinetic energy to quell the potential.
The potential for violence.