Practicing Restraint

I could stomp my foot
tap my nails
chew on my bottom lip
and roll my eyes  
 
I could pace around the room
kicking the couch  
giving a long drawn out sigh
and cursing under my breath
 
I could break a glass
scream in frustration
punch a wall  
and trash this place  
 
I could even grab a knife
wait for you to return  
and stab you brutally  
laughing as you crumble before me
 
Yet,  
 
I choose not to do these things  
So you should be grateful
that I am practicing restraint  
and sitting here patiently