My Fit of Rage June 14 2011

The voices replay in my head over and over again, they are beginning to sound like a broken record. I'm screaming inside to make them stop, it seems as though my voice is the only voice not heard. Tons of hostility I have stored bottled up inside, I'm like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. In a instant, I can fly into a full blown rage, to carry such a heavy load. The shaking begins, now the rage is taking control and the only thing I see is red. Like a tornado ripping through all in it's path, the thunder is pounding inside my head. Weighed down by all this anger inside, I am locked within my own rage. I can't turn it off or make it go away, I'm stuck within the parameters of my cage. I would give anything to be considered normal, tell me, "How do I make it all go away? What will it take? What's the price I would have to pay?" A stamp in my file that I'm stuck with for life, labeled now and that will never change. A danger to myself and everyone I'm around, I'm clinically crazy, totally insane and indefinitely strange. A remake of Fits of Rage