Walking on Eggs

wut's with anxiety? it spreads and violates like a poisonous mist.
you're caught unaware
then POOF!
it becomes rage.

a tempest, a flurry of madness
the air is filled with heaviness and knives are raining on everyone
slowly, gradually
it dissipates,
that poisonous mist.

leaving everything and everyone in shambles,
closed doors and stony stares
the calm is a sham
the air is still oppressive
you never know when it'll explode.