Quiet

If you knew the things I knew,
You wouldn't say the things you say.
You'd process life more gently,
Or quietly be on your way.
Stuck inside a personal war zone,
A mind wound up too tight.
Flammable and intolerable,
Ever ready to ignite.
A victim of one's own theory,
An overactive head.
Dictating your own fatality,
A lonely life ahead.