Time To Get Real

Rage

I can feel myself being slowly pushed to anger. To burning again.

It's been a long time since I felt the heat in the back of my head snap, and I can hear it start to crackle. I'm disgusted as I feel the bile rise from the bottom of my stomach.

It always happens this way. People who don't want to see me put on the mask of happiness try to make me burn at them.

I have control over myself. I wouldn't still be alive if I didn't know how to hide emotion, how to wear impassiveness like a coat of armor.

But I have my limits, even as old as I am. A wall can only be pulled on so long before it crashes down and crushes the pull-ee.

I'm playing my part well so far. But I will improv. if I feel it neccesary. Chaos is an old friend I haven't called on in a long time, but I will ask him for a favor if I have to.