Torrents wash up with tidal waves of wrath,
You reject, you repress your own terrors...
You collapse, you crash, don't you see the aftermath,
Of your anger, your agony, your eddy of errors?

Oh, you brew billowing impatience in that bustling brain,
You recede, you retreat, before you mess up once again.

You hide from your own impending calamity,
For you know you'll overflow with all extremity.

Your greatest weapons are...