It's cold in here

A poem about hatred and the cold silence that comes with it.

My anger could light a fire,
With the way steam is coming out of my ears;
My face is red and I’m about to explode,
Or I may even break out in tears.

I’m boiling mad, but yet I shiver.
Throw me a jacket; its cold in here.
I’m scalding, scorching, sizzling hot,
But yet this silence could even freeze beer.

This silence could even freeze beer.