Trapped inside of me waiting to come out. Getting a chance to reak havoc, the taste of blood a shark is wanting more of. The worst feeling possible of holding it in, gets worse. As my feelings grow at any second I could blow. Blow away my brains, blow up and release everything. Instead I blow a deep breathe, grasp reality and try to stay in control. What’s trapped must remain, it must not come out. “It must remain, it must.” Over and over again in my head. “Don’t let it out” was said one last time. It’s out of its cage. They’re...out of its cage. The demons take over and before you know it it’s too late. I