My Weakness, Its Me.

You know, sometimes,
I don't know why I'm angry.
I feel it every day.
Its growing on me.
In me. My heart. I can feel it.
Its frightening.

People around me care about me.
They ask me whats wrong.
I say nothing.
But inside me,
I'm screaming rage.

I can feel my blood boiling.
Literally feel my body convulge.
I shake violently.
Its all I can do to stop myself lashing out.
If I did, od knows what would happen.

I don't remember my weakness.
I black out.
Only twice it has happened.
Once I ended up in an ICU.
The second my friend disappeared.
I haven't seen them since.