Eruption

You think you’ve seen me angry,

You think you know my signs,

You don’t know what to look for at all

How could you be so blind?

 

Maybe it’s because my reactions are visual,

And all you see are words,

But even still,

How is it I can tell when the situation’s reversed?

 

You can’t see my eyes change,

Can’t see them darken

Nor the way my shoulders slump,

Or the way my lips press into a line of restrained sorrow

 

You can’t see my body tense,

Nor the way I wince at the pain of your words

How can’t you tell these things?

 

There are things neither of us can see,

The steady rise of my anger

You’ve never seen me angry, no

But you’ve seen me close

 

The salt stings my eyes,

My fists clench and unclench indecisively

I start to shake as I try to keep it bottled

It’s like trying to stop a volcano.

 

You don’t like yelling?

Don’t piss me off.

Oh, what, now you’re going to stop talking?

That’s what you think.

You started this, babe,

Now you can finish it

 

Yeah I’m angry, can you tell?

Can you finally tell you went too far?

You’ll know how to read the signs soon enough

Every time you push

Every time you test my boundaries, you’ll learn

All it takes is a single thing

Then I’ll snap

And you’ll see what I’m like when I’m really angry