Broken Libra Scales

The scales tip

Sometimes,

To much weight

Thrown around,

Excitement and frustration

Abound.

Trying to balance

Till some one presses 

And won't let off,

And I snap

Trying to gain back control.

Overfilled with emotions

The chains of polity and clarity 

Crack under the pressure,

The kinder, gentler me drops

The wrath in me

Takes control.

In simpler times

I could just let it go

Under calmer skies

It would blow past,

But instead an eruption of fury

To make up for the worries I mask,

A spiteful tirade

To hide the uncertainty

In the plans I have made.

And as I calm

Find my center

Mend my own chains,

I hear nothing but silence

Bitter angry silence

From the instigator and victim

Laying inches away.

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