The title of this perfect prose,
in some ways describes my life, I suppose.
The anger running through my veins,
I must take hold and grab the reins.
I have never shown that side of me,
to anyone that I can see.
And yet it longs to come outside;
Much longer I cannot, it hide.
But I think that he is not a criminal,
For the damage he has done is minimal.
The problem I fear, is once released,
He won’t go back, longing to be free.
I want to let this poor beast out,
But I fear, for others, he is too stout.
Such a powerful thing is he,
Perhaps, too strong even for me.
If I cannot show me true,
I fear I’ll ever remain this blue.
But I know that I cannot destroy,
The things I’ve come to love and enjoy.
And so I will close up myself,
Appearing to be in perfect health.
And keep the anger hidden inside,
And there forever he’ll reside.
Where no one else may chance upon him,
Finding themselves in danger so grim.
