Intensity
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.