Don’t make me upset.
You won’t like me
when I get upset.
My face gets all red
and puffy
like I’m about to cry
and then I do begin to cry,
heaving, gulping,
snorting back tears
snot dripping
then spurting
all over anything that’s near me.

You’ll want to flee
but my desperate grip
will stop you cold
as I seek comfort
protection from whatever
dared offend me
in the first.
You will have to offer
compassion and empathy
and who could have empathy
for a creature like that?

I sometimes lose control of my bladder
and my bowels
as I stew ashamedly
in my own juices
screaming again
about what got me so worked up
in the first place.
As I gulp in air
and assail with insipid questions
you will fear for your own safety
and wonder if you’ll ever be free.

You will not.
I will cry forever
or it will feel like that
and you will be lost
simply because you didn’t have enough control
to keep me from getting upset.

Did I mention the vomiting?