Everyone thinks that I'm mad when they speak to me.

They just know that I get madder with every word.

When I get caught in a mistake that I've made,

I internalize it.

I stop drinking the poison of speaking, and I'm just quiet.

I burn my insides to mere ashes and pour them over my oozing stupidity that runs through me like a furious waterfall.

But they already know that I'm gonna be maaaddd...furious.

Since I'm toxic, it would be in your best interest to just run away from me.