Here comes that anger again, triggered by the small and mundane.

Simmering till erupting blast,but look what it’s cost me in the past.

A marriage , my family , even my sanity.

But still the rage is freed from its cage.

As calm as I may appear to seem, it’s there always with me , in my shadows , waiting , unseen.

This creature , this side of me I fear, its twisted face , it’s evil leer.

It screams at the moon and curses the sun, argues with time it never seems to be gone.

Sometimes I’ve worn it like armour, a method to cope with the next drama, my words are my shield ,my temper my lance the words ringing inside me ” Come on then lets dance”

One day , someway I’ll cure my particular Mr Hyde, but for now it remains the sickness inside.

It poisons my mind time after time, I just want to feel at peace is that such a crime ?

It whispers vile nothings into my ear, listen in closely , please tell me you hear.

If I should finally blow, forgive me I’ll just have to go.

Just leave me to walk , mutter and stalk but please don’t follow, I’ll be cursing myself in a sickened sorrow.

So here comes that anger again triggered by the wrong and unjust.

Like a demon it rises , resist it I must.

Here comes that anger again.