Insatiable Appetite

You feel unbound and unapologetic until it's all over. That's the false sense of entitlement; it's a precursor to a binge. I've exhausted all my restraint, unbridled gorging is all that's left. It takes over, and it's wielded like a fit of rage. I want to turn my examined feelings to ashes. My circumstances into charred wood. But what freedom is there to be had by breaking rules put in place for my own benefit? How much more powerful would I feel if I handled my discomfort with grace, holding myself up to the confines of a higher decorum?