#2 Confessions Of A Mel-Phlegm-Sang

The Sanguine in me burned. Hot flames of fury from deep within the reaches of my personality welled up, as with the sudden eruption of a newly-roused active volcano. "This cannot be!" my Sanguine trait roared. "No way!" Amidst that fiery upstart, I could say nothing, mute to a response.

Melancholy stared from a distance, eyes brimming with tears. It wasn't like it not to cower in fear, unwilling to react for fear of reprisal. Silently I wished it hadn't been so passive. So self-belittling.

My only hopes laid in Phlegmatic. As with always, it laid lazily on a couch, unwilling to get up or change the status quo. "None of my business!" It said.

"It's too much to bear! Why of all people, me?" with a resounding cry of frustration Sanguine began again, determined to get attention for its plight.

"Eh, stop it la Windez," came a voice from beyond that situation. "I know you suffering inside. But don't self-high again, can?"

I had just lost my voice.