I make sure that my angst is a the back.
You make sure it wont get to the front.
Because when it does,
it gets out of control.
Like releasing a matador to a gladiator.
Shameless. Senseless. Fearless.
Unstoppable at any condition.
Out of hand.
Out of my hand.
What else yours.
Rationality. Morality. Sympathy.
All brought down by the almighty angst.
No point begging for mercy at this point.
No use crying out for help at this time.
Thus, make sure the thing you're yelling in front of you is me.
Not my angst.