Anger is like a furious fire, spreading fast like a vipers venom.
Struck by a lightning, unleashing a thunderstorm.
Uncontrollable, no matter how strong the effort to contain it.
Suddenly there's no storm eye in sight.
It rushes through thees veins and takes over.
Here I sit, longing for silence, yet there is nothing but noise entering my ears.
Is one capable to change traits imprinted into their soul?
If so, how far does one have to go to do so?
If not, does this mean thee is a bad person?
Anger brings out thees worst sides.
Nuances of the soul thee wishes to erase.
Leashing out against the people whom ones love must surely be one of the most painful experiences.
I do not wish to harm the ones close to me.
Yet, I'm to weak to hold my anger.
I'm bold like the wind, yet as weak as a cloud.
I'm everywhere, yet nowhere to be found.
A soul shattered into millions of pieces, yet still complete.
I see many parts of my mother within myself.
Parts of me, which I've hated all along.
Yet I never managed to cut those off.
My main energy source is anger.
It got me everywhere I needed to be.
It pushed me to the top, never allowing me to give up on things I truly deserved.
I always fought for what's right, for justice.
I'm no longer in need of this energy source.
Without it, i wouldn't have survived.
It saved me.
I managed to build a life off of it.
I can't let go of it.
This thunderstorm drives away the people close to me.
How is one strong enough to survive a life full of suffering, but too weak to contain himself?
Is this self hatred?
