I can not help it

That feeling. The one that everyone knows. Shaking with anger. Rage that you can not let out. and seeing the object of that unfettered hate walks up out of the shrouds of the night and I could not help it. I exploded like a bomb. Redundancy aside, there was nothing that could have stopped it. Regretting it for the consequences my fault has brought, I sit here and try to justify my actions. I messed up bad.