Blown

Waves of anger with rage and I seethe.
Tightened up fists, my hair gets a sharp twist
As the air becomes harder to breathe.
Biting my tongue, conversation doldrum
Grinding what's left of my teeth. 
Simple the cause, minds twisted false laws
A parrot that was born to please. 
Waves then blow cool, still feeling a fool
As I watched myself fall in the trap. 
Tick, tick, tick, boom - letting the fury consume
Reactions warrant back tracks.
Opinions or asshole - one and the same
Child mind or dead head - still playing the game
Just pissing for me to react.
Protected or invested didn't ask to be messed with
Step forward when the Spirits slap back. 

~Ruby L.S.~