Anger. Rage. Both different words but they\'ll have the same meaning and outcome if expressed. I tend to not let me rage overcome me so it\'s a scorching flame. Its beautiful. Yet...its terrifying for those around me. When will the flame be no longer beautiful? When will the Anger and Rage be too much? No one knows. The only thing that does is the Flame. The only one that knows is me but...I don\'t know. One day that Flame will no longer be beautiful. It will become a Forest Fire. Anialating everything in its path. Destroying the relationships it created.