RAGE

Rage

I am full of rage in a world where I was lost,

Felt alone among adults who did not care about me?

Pain flustered into numbness

Red-hot angry bubbles within my chest

Anger continued to fester inside from all the pain from the abuse

The rage became a barrier, a protector and a hinder.

It held me back from so much

Had to fight so hard to control it

To control myself, the pulsing emotions

I came to a ceasefire with my rage and it hid,

Deep inside of me, waiting, clawing at the bits for me to lose control

They would love that, to see me explode

Rage is a symptom.

Anger is a symptom.

Emotions created to spill out and over the thoughts

The flame of rage still sparks deep inside my body

A black burning flame that if released would either destroy or cure me.

Watching as my world burns around me

Part of me would do anything to protect it, keep it safe

Fighting the rage was one of the most difficult things to endure

The rage is sleeping, waiting for that trigger to ignite

Ready to burn again