Kerosene

I actually hate that strong blood rush that comes in our body once we are angry, when rage and madness go right after our braincells, and In every fight it pushes you to the worst. The main trouble here is that you can hardly fight it back, you hardly manage to step back from breaking yourself. However, your body still aches , still can't chill out and still doesn't recognize you. 
That anger is like the kerosene that only burns you out. That flame of yours that never finds its way down. It's never easy, I know. It must be the hardest to carry that weight on your chest without bursting into tears or turn it into a fire. It's confusing though, what intention do we have by flaming ourselves? Is it just to be right? Why should we prove it anyway?, for who?  will it be easy to take what comes after the fire? No, never will be. Is it a choice to take down the fire? To not let the smoke eats you alive afterwards? I really fear the kerosene, but what do I fear more ? To lose myself, or to take down the flame.

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