Sometimes anger builds up in me,
most times I don't know why.
But hurtful words escape my lips,
tiny daggers I let fly.
They always seem to hit their mark,
and bloody up the soul,
of my intended victim.
Yes, my anger takes its toll.
Then when I have them beaten,
with angry insults thrown,
and tearfully they take their leave,
I wish that they had known...
this monster isn't who I am,
this anger that's inside.
The shame I feel when it's released,
makes me want to run and hide.
Though I vow to quell it next time,
to keep anger at bay,
the smallest thing can set it off,
and soon it's on it's way...
to hurting those I love the most,
again I wonder why,
this anger rises up in me,
no matter how I try...
to stop myself exploding,
anger's shrapnel cuts too deep.
It leaves me when it's over,
to cry myself to sleep.
So what's to do, I wonder?
Should I always be alone?
And ask God for forgiveness?
For past sins should I atone?
Would then this monster Anger,
depart from me this day?
And would a calmer, gentler soul,
inside of me take sway?
My battle now continues,
though it may not be won.
My darkness that's called Anger,
may forever in me run.
So what's to do, I wonder?
As I lay me down to sleep,
knowing that inside of me,
my angers running deep.
I don't know when my heart and soul,
became this monster's host.
Or when I die it's then that I'll,
become an angry ghost.

The answers to these questions,
is what I need the most.