Elastic.

I stretch the mental band.

I pull and I push, awaiting the inevitable snap.

I rage quietly. 

On the outside, it looks as though I'm daydreaming. Beautiful butterflies floating on by. Perhaps that Prince in hard armour has arrived.

On the inside, hellfire is deep.

Rage flies like knives thrown, as despair begins to creep.

Cold as ice and hot as flame,

My emotions cannot be tamed.

But inside, they will be kept.

On the outside I'm just the same.