verse: tantrum 11 Sept 2017

why o why my tempestuous rise, with each screech she accuses
I am all reason in all seasons, yet with each screech she doth dispute
my ire perturbed and equilibrium disturbed, tattered mine repute

was I ever a calm personage, gracing my fellows with respect
was I ever a calm visage, spake softly my peers with circumspect
was I ever a calming engagement, just and wise - or just suspect?

my nerves are shattered
my sanity all scattered
my mind mindless in time

in space I sob
I am all robbed
who am I?

I am sad
I am mad
I am anger personified
I am a hurricane whipping debris
causing repercussions inconsiderately

Sound and fury, signifying
...something.