Reflectiiively...

I get depressive, reflective,
Not the slumped, sad, moody possessive,
But furiously, head tingling, finger pointing aggressive,
Selective, with who I share this un-blessing,
Unrelenting... 
Until its undone, un-fun and under my control,
Withhold, through red mist, dark cloud spits, rain torrential,
Its evidential, the pain potential, 
Creates divides, both sides, to avoid my mental,
The void in my central, my centre, my core,
Before I stored furore galore,
Packed tight, vacuum sealed, until concealed is revealed,
And becomes real...
​Becomes reflectively depressive and misguided aggressive.