Thoughts and Things

Just back off

Everything hurts.

My fingers ache as I type,

my feet ache,

my legs are sore,

my arms are sore,

and my back is killing me.

And that's only the physical pain.

Don't even get me started on everything else.

But if you decide to heap a little too much on me

just realize

that though I hide my pain well

even I have my limits.

And if you push me far enough

you'll be in for something nasty.

Sometimes I can forgive and forget,

but sometimes

I can never forget.

I may seem like a pushover

but push me far enough

and someone will end up hurt.

So if I walk away

and avoid you,

your best chance

is to leave me be

until I can cool down.

I can't help feeling

like I am a monster

that should be kept on a leash

and too many people decide to taunt me

before realizing

that the leash has snapped.

I am fast

and I am smart

and I am stronger than I look

and if you want to fight,

bring it on.

But I can almost promise you

that you will be the one

stumbling away

blood stained

and scarred

and wishing

you'd never come near me.

As of late

it's gotten a lot harder to control

this temper of mine

and whenever I think I've finally got it,

it flares up again, worse than before.

And the only thing I know to do

is to tell you

to stay away from me

because I am dangerous

and unpredictable

and staying away

is the only thing

that will definitely save you.

So, if I were you,

I'd leave soon

because I can feel the heat rising again

and I don't know if I can push it down this time.