Anger.

I think emotions are experienced differently by everyone.

For me, Anger is heavy. Like a thin plastic bag filled with sand, just about to burst.

It sits in your stomach, weighing you down.

It's like pouring more and more sand into this already thinly stretched bag, but you keep going and going, until it just can't hold anymore.

That's when you snap, all of your sand just comes tumbling out. It's flowing so fast, and you can't catch it, you can't stop it. It just slips through the gaps of your fingers, as you frantically try to scoop it up, but to no avail.

My brain freezes, and I have no control. Words spew from my mouth, my tounge as sharp as a new blade; cutting people deep.

As the anger intensifies, I don't just see fire, I feel it. It burns so red hot.

My cheeks start to become inflamed. My eyes begin to prick with hot, weighted tears.

They fall from my swelling eyes, and roll down my cheeks, collecting at my chin.

I go silent at this point. I start to feel ashamed, and embarrassed.

I've probably hurt someone I truly love.

I can see their face falling, shocked by what I've said. I have probably more than bruised their ego, but profoundly wounded them. They won't forget this feeling.

I start to cool down, I can feel it behind my ears. It moves from the back of my head, over my crown and slowly creeps down my face. Gradually moving down my body until it reaches my toes.

I've made it back from anger, but the damage is done.

I can't take it back, only apologise and work to one day gain better control over my own emotions.