Temper

In my heart I have way too much anger,

It’s actually scary because I seem like a stranger.

My temper gets worse and worse every day,

I truly wish that I wasn’t this way.

My blood starts boiling and I start shaking,

I wish I could stop because my chest starts aching.

I really scare myself whenever I get so mad,

Then I look at what I’ve done and then get sad.

I have hit plenty of holes in the wall,

But wehy; it sure doesn’t make me big, bad, nor tall.

All I want is to be set free,

But I’ve got to get this devil out of me.