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.