My Anger

It overwhelms me and makes me hot. Can you feel the heat emanate from my skin?

My distorted face and red cheeks are the physical manifestation of anger and liquor. It’s a different spirit in me. 

You’ll be my target as I spit fire to release my wretched self. My heartfelt hatred will wash over you in a hurricane of words.

Wait...

And watch as the tears of sadness run down my face when my anger gives way to emptiness. It’s not long before I realize how hollow my arguments are as I succumb to my fear of you rejecting me. 

Drinking more makes me stumble and vomit out my bile and hope. I’ll wake tomorrow with throbbing in my head. I'll regret my weak constitution.

Forgive me for placing my worth in others and my faith in drink.