I got the nice guy rage
Anger that stirs
Beneath the pages
Past the posts I pasted
Parceled out in controlled fashion
Because my passion
Stems from the pain of the world
Floods and fallen stars
Broken expectations
Failure to pierce the infinite void
Of human ignorance
It is unhealthy

A weakness

A fear

That even if it is justified
I may find the same monster
Lurking inside my mind
That plagued my matriarch
The rage that darkened her heart
And contorted her face
As she lashed out at me
So with every available icebox
I freeze and lock
Those dangerous emotions
Till I am numb
Allowing only a fraction
Of said passion to ever surface
In my writings
Now I am afraid
That I locked to much away
Disconnected the locks and lost the keys
So I can never get back to the real me
All because I am afraid of the anger