Fits are terrible

When anger overflows,
Like a volcano,
Like an explosion,
Everyone suffers.

Everyone is burned by the heat,
By the fire,
No matter the reason,
No matter the source.

The anger of children
Lashes out
In every direction,
Flailing, scalding,
Regardless of cause
And immune from reason.

The anger of adults
Focuses in,
Bores a hole,
Targeted, searing
Bursting with cause
And stuffed with reason.

Reason is less than it claims.
Anger is more than it seems.

In a fight, anger will always win.
No matter the topic.
No matter the reason.
No matter the bodies left behind.

Anger, unfortunately, conquers all.

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