When I lose my temper

It happened yesterday. When I lose my temper-

I talk crap..sometimes things which are better left unsaid.
I cry..when words fall short. When emotions are just too many and sentences too less.
I am like that rolling stone.. absolutely out of control.

I think if people leave me alone for sometime when I am going through that temper attack, it would save me my nonsensical ramble and save them ..I so hate the idea of breaking down in front of anything living. It’s almost like stripping in front of people. And, I hate it. The idea of me struggling with myself.. like that old werewolf serial where the guy transforms into a werewolf or some other being. It’s exactly like that. The time my soul spends in torment or you can call it contemplation too and it cannot always happen simply.. Why can’t they just leave me alone?

I need no light to walk through that dark alley. I need no parachute to break my fall. I need no counterargument to make me see through the wall of smoke.