Frustration

Laid-back people take a breath,
Helping them relax.
Others count to ten or more
To stave off heart attacks.

When frustration rears its head
And visits for a spell,
Many handle it in stride
But I give in and yell.

I rant and rave and growl and scream
Just like a lunatic;
Although it sounds a little weird,
It seems to do the trick.

As far as coping strategies,
There’re better ones, no doubt;
But after I have screamed a bit,
I’ve let the tension out.

So if you are in hearing range
When I go on a rant,
Feel smug that you rein in your stress,
But as for me – I can’t!