Triggered

Triggered by the smallest things,

A forgotten memory, a passing glance,

A word spoken in haste,

A tone laced with disdain.

The trigger is pulled and the bullet flies,

Piercing through my armor, striking deep,

Unleashing a torrent of emotions

,A whirlwind of anger, hurt, and pain.

I try to contain it, to push it down,

To keep it from consuming me whole,

But like a wildfire,

it spreads uncontrollably,

Burning everything in its path.

I lash out, I scream, I weep,

The words that come out are sharp as knives,

Cutting deep into the hearts of those closest to me,

Leaving wounds that may never heal.

I am a prisoner of my own emotions,

Trapped in a cycle of rage and despair,

Unable to break free from the chains that bind me,

A slave to the triggers that haunt me.

But in the darkness, there is a glimmer of light,

A hope that one day, I will learn to control,

That I will conquer the demons that reside within me,

And find peace in the midst of the storm.

Until then, I will weather the tempest

,Riding the waves of emotion as best I can,

Hoping that one day, the triggers will lose their power,

And I will be free at last.