Rage

You're restless, yet nothing you do seems to satisfy you.
You clench your teeth so hard that you swear your gums are going to bleed.
Your head is throbbing, clouded with the poison of the emotion that veils your rational thinking.
Your heart's beating faster, harder. It's beginning to hurt. Like a knife through your sternum.
The pit of your lungs sting. Your diaphragm can't descend low enough for deep breaths to bring you serenity.
You feel sick. Or is it more pain? You can't tell anymore, but whatever's in your stomach, it's unpleasant.
You sweat profusely as you heat up like a teapot. It starts in your face before spreading all over your body like a wild fire.
In the tips of your fingers and toes, you feel an unwanted tingle. You flex your muscles in attempts to rid it, but there it stays. 
You need to hit something, anything. Crack, rip, tear, break!
You stay your violence with the last ounce of sanity you have left.
But you're already at your boiling point.
It'll only take one little poke before you lose the beast that you've tried so hard to contain.