I try to quell the feeling,
   Keep it locked in a cage.

But it escapes;
   Creeps upon me, surprising me.

It looms in the back of my mind;
   Always there, taunting me.

"Prohibited... just let the frustration
    overtake you... control you..."

I ignore it; what's the point?
    I'll only ***** myself over.

But it's always there:
    A looming, green giant.