My anger seethes and boils
and pulsates through every vein.
Emotions grow frantic;
my hatred will never wane.
Just one thing will set me off
and I pity the person who caused it
for when I'm enraged
I am known to scream and hit.
Sometimes, if pissed off enough,
I'll go beyond a fist fight.
I will see red behind my eyes,
and obsess from morning till night.
I'll start to crave the feeling
of wheeling power caused by fear.
It gets to a dismal point to where
I'm the last person you'll want to be near.
My fists will clench
and my jaw will become tight.
This is when all I want
is a dirty, painful fight.
I control all of this anger
and hide it so no one can see.
But rue the day that someone
will see the real pissed-off me.
