my demon is anger. it rises and erupts in me; i’m no longer a quiet, cool ocean, but a fiery, angry volcano. my demon escapes when i am weakest. it wants me to be strong, to dominate. to destroy. to be the best. my demon is my curse. it’s a part of me. it makes me, me, but i think it’s ****. it’s hideous. i want to put an end to the anger, but with two small hands i can’t possibly stop a volcano.
i really wanted to see what people though of this. :/ it truly came from the bottom of my heart and i honestly don't know if it is quality poetry.