Vice [part 2]

Morning's fine;
Sun laps my skin.
Peace in my heart,
Anger kept in.

Energy flows,
Course through my veins,
Violent rage
Promises sweet pain.

Dumbbells I lift,
My daily activity,
Then head to the kitchen,
My uncle greets me.

We leave to the yard,
With an empty knapsack,
I fill it with sand;
My new punching bag.

Conversation starts,
Prying at my newest secrets.
I tell him, of course,
Yet he did the unexpected.

I trusted him,
Yet he betrayed his word.
I reacted viciously,
However absurd.

I broke my door,
Sheer hate started to flood.
Then I took a knife
And started to cut.