Anger

It's an adrenaline rush

and a feeling that is true

I don't like to get angry

because I don't know what I'll do

I have no objection 

to punching a brick wall

or hurt someone 

so the police they will call

I will cut myself

with a cold steel blade

My anger is violent

and it will not fade

Pain will not slow me

it just makes me worse

And the one who made me angry

through there bloody mouth will curse

I've even been tempted

to kill someone

It becomes a joke to me

and it starts to be fun

I know this is bad

and it must be controlled

But when I become angry

I can be very bold

And now I hope 

you all understand why

I try not to get mad

because if I do, I know I will die

lifemerhyme

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