I do not let "it" go.
I put "it" deep inside, next to the others...
I put them there because someday I will need them.
One day, they will ignite, producing by-products like sweat and maybe tears, but mostly rage.
Once that last straw is added and the camel's back gives way, I'm going to need all of "it".
At this point, my vision will most likely be tunneled and there will be deafening ringing in my ears that only I can hear.
This will be the end, undoubtedly for myself, but probably for others, for those who get "too close".
Maybe they were trying to prove a point, or maybe my lights were not bright enough and they simply could not see me.
Maybe I no longer care.
Maybe "it" has won.