For one reason or another
I have considered myself
A monster among others
For that is what I become when I lose control.
When I lose control I become
Someone entirely different
Someone who has no heart, feelings or soul
Someone who is made of anger and hatred.
When this monster gets loose
He finds the closest thing to him
And he will try everything he can
To unleash his anger and hate.
He will not care at all
If he hurts or endangers
Himself or others in the process
As long as He gets what He wants.
He is the reason I can't get angry
Because He is too dangerous to let out,
He is also the reason
I am so weak after fighting to keep him in.
ya i have already had the pleasure of meeting this side of u...or should i say a part of it... great poem =]
I guess people don't get you angry. Good poem, I can easly relate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have major anger problems too. Well written and I can relate to the peice :)