The Gates Of My Rage Have Been Pried Open Poem by Chris Stennett

Something inside of me has snapped
Something that finally broke free from its cage
Something dark, destructive, and terrifying
My violent uncontrollable rage

Never again will I be the bigger person
Nor will I conceal this fearful disguise
Now any type of heartless misdeed
Will be confronted with fire in my eyes

Being the victim of whatever injustice
Has only caused my rage to combust
And the ones behind my sudden bursts of anger
Will slowly be grinded to dust

No longer do I fear sinking through dark depths
To make anyone pay for crossing the line
They're horrified cries won't earn them any mercy
And if I'll be called a monster in the end, that's fine