Rage

I smile

It’s a masked smile

But you can’t tell

I’m a placid man

Of calm serenity

I keep myself civilised

Restrained, contained

Congenial, courteous

And urbane; a polite man

Not shabby in society

Yet there are times

I would prefer

To throw a tantrum

Foam at the mouth, and

Fly off the handle

I’d like to chuck a hissy fit

Blow a fuse

Fret and fulminate

I’d like to rave and roar

Scream and seethe

I’d like to yell and holler

Bawl and bellow

Swear and shout

For once, just once

I’d like to go beserk

Excuse me,

I’m not really like that

I don’t know what came over me

I keep my rage to myself

It’s not for you to see