I seethe. I burn. I ache to lash out. To destroy.
I have returned volleys, but not yet in the full combat mode I am desirous of. I hold myself back. I rein in my urges. I must. But the deception, the mistruths, the constant personal aggrandizement roil through every part of my body.
When I am like this I am likely to attack fiercely. I belittle. I humiliate. I dehumanize. I rend psyches into tiny pieces. The victim never recovers.
But the far greater damage is to those who are witness. The carnage and horror, the intense pain and fear they witness scars them, too.
It is this I must take pains to avoid. I must bind my anger in unyielding, indestuctible chains.
And tomorrow it will commence again.