When words come out of my mouth I cannot stop the damage the eruption will cause 

I have no time to warn you or myself that danger is upon us 

I just sit helpless like you 

waiting for better or worse 

waiting to see who is left 

to help me clean up my own rubble 

shards of me laying everywhere 

I am a mess

A hot mess

They tell me to learn how to get my point across without spewing 

but nobody pays attention to the dormant 

nobody listens to silence 

nobody feels smoke 

It is fire that draws them

fire that captivates them 

fire that scares them 

I cannot be dormant; I was born with too much tension in my body 

steadily rising and rising 

until 

I 

explode.