Odd-Tempered

I hate hot chocolate.

Just one searing sip and I want to scream.

I want to toss the mug against the window,

Shattering clay and glass intermingled.

But then it would cause others to holler,

And they would be quick to point their fingers,

When I should have been given warm chocolate.

I desire no burning beverage,

I desire no sizzling skillet,

I desire no taste bud scorching sauce.

I just want something that can keep me warm,

As opposed to burn up my mood alive.