Rage
It doesn't take that much
To get serious as such
A wound from someone close
Is the fatal dose
Eruption of anger, then rage
Puts me in a cage
And, I either drink, or pop many a pill
To make it still
Dying is the only answer
Like a cancer
But, to ask for help from a friend
Brings me around that bend
And, when the rage is spent
I realize it was not meant
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