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bubbling and gurglin
my rage boils
it rises in my body
mind over-sharpened for threats
pixilated visions of my world

blood pumping into overworked veins
flooding muscles primed for action
tightened down jaw
ratcheted into place

Rattled with suppressed earthquakes
of action
steam from unsaid words escaping through barred teeth
pressure building
almost wishing for a violent release
to explode and end my suffering
gifted sweet freedom 

of constantly micromanaging
meticulously controlling

A mix of self harm
and binding
all for your sake
for your safety
if only we never got to these pressures...
or I knew
that my intensity didn't scare you
my feelings untethered from your feelings of safety
I could just be a done tea kettle
hot, at times loud, and harmless