It's one of those days again

There are days when you are so fragile that you just can't be bruised.
An unkind temperament in a rush of words will just set the water flowing.
To hope that your peers to whom you care and thought that they would, do the same, to understand or be like you ..
Perhaps is just a futile dream

The flow would continue no matter how hard you block them
Sometimes you wish that you can just shout out loud
But who are you to kid, you can't even scream on a roller coaster ride
to ride a storm would be near impossible
So, you just let it brew in the tea-cup
Let it subside
Let it die
.. and you try to detach yourself yet once again