In the heat of the moment, when tempers ignite,
And words like daggers aim to incite,
Remember, my friend, in the eye of the storm,
Your peace is a fortress, your heart keeps it warm.

Though they poke and they prod, trying hard to define,
The way that you feel, to draw you in line,
Stand tall like a mountain, refuse to engage,
For their petty provocations are but a cruel cage.

Disengage from the chaos, let silence prevail,
Back off from the drama, don’t follow their trail.
Leave the room if...