The tight core is where it comes from
Deep inside, I feel it in my soul
Churning as words burst
Bubbling as the situation escalates
Spilling out in gestures so erratic
Sending my head spinning
Saying anything and everything
All to only mean nothing after
The anger ends soon if with silence it is subdued
If not, it sits at the surface
Just anything may ferment my rage further
The hot water waiting
Sitting just wanting to flow over
Heavy steam clouds my vision
Only to evaporate with the memory of the dispute
My anger dissipates
Normal routine resumes
My aura feels anew with my life to continue
Out with the old and in with the new
This cycle is only to repeat come time
If my anger did not disperse
If it molded and festered deep below
If it gathered and stayed
My rage may grow into hate
My hatred will take over
It will run the controls
I gave it life and with that it took mine
It was sensitive to the new world
It reacted with what it only knew
With violence in which it grew
The burning feeling it sends in electric waves
The feeling it sends everywhere
Not a place left untouched
By the darkness that it gives
The persona that is not mine
With what I convey in each line
I may be forgiven for my actions
The clenching of my jaw
The tightening of my fists
The volume of my voice
The nonsense to my rage's directions
An overreaction to the stimulation
The social effort is put on hold
My rage makes sure its view is told
The persuasion it lacks
But it doesn't mind that
The louder the better
Then straight out of nowhere
The table is tipped
The anger is ripped from its place
Put back at the far reaches of my heart
Shriveled from the journey
The guilt storms in
Like an invading army, it ravages me
Washing my emotion with a rough force
Giving my anger agony
As it learns from what it has done
It halts to take over again
The anger lurking inside me
