Kept covered
Sealed tight
No escape
For my bottled feelings

Many years have passed
Since I’ve thrown a punch

Anger half a decade building

Most often able to find
A non-violent form of release
Venting my frustrations
With only words

Though very infrequently
My hidden temper boils over
With alcohol the main catalyst

Without warning
Becoming an entirely different person
One with no apparent recourse
In that rare, and red-eyed instance
Relegated to physical violence
Against my perceived
(Or perhaps imagined?) tormentors

Or… Anyone within reach

Like a carbonated beverage shaken
To it’s container’s capacity
The cap BLASTS!
Uncorked…
Spraying contents in all directions
Letting loose the fury trapped inside
Hurting friends never the intention
Yet it almost always ends like this