Some days you feel like a teapot.
You are nearly squealing to be taken off the burner,
get away from the stress.
At least get some of the steam off by screaming.
Though the strong ones repress the feelings.
Foolishly, we chant, "Serenity Now." Like that episode of Seinfeld.
Then, when you and I both least expect it, we explode.
We cry, we yell, we break, and we fall.
Then, to cover our wounds,
we put on a pair of sunglasses and sniffle.
Anything can set this off,
oh man, is that fuse short.
A haircut, a few words, the heat, even just quietness,
people will explode.
And it will be loud.