Fits of insanity

shaking from lips to ankles.

Stiffened and ready to strike.

Screaming, noiseless obscenities,

rapid-fire hand gestures.

Maybe I am volatile,

a danger to myself.

I would not trade the way I live

for any kind of safety.

I have felt so fiercely

the loathing and the loneliness.

I have lived enough for fifty lifetimes.

I cannot be held back,

I cannot be contained.