I thought,
that all of my anger
stored up throughout my youth
throughout puberty,
misstreatment and depression
just went
away

As all things just pass
eventually
naturally
over time
Can't always be raining

But maybe it's al still there
In here
locked with me
waiting patiently
and I just don't feel it anymore.

Waiting for the right moment
to strike, to break out
for the last drop to fall
and spill out
the beast freed from it's cage
finally

It went real quiet,
compared to how loud it used to roar,
not tamed, just lurking,
cowering down,
ready to jump
me
from the dark

To devour me hole again.