I don’t know what the reason is

I just feel it, slowly yet steady

The volcano going in my veins

And the explosion is already ready

The blindness in my eyes

Except that all I see is red

It’s just a phase and all shall pass

That’s what they said

They saw it as tantrum

Something less permanent

Couldn’t view it from my eyes

It’s not because of a stupid argument

Things pile up, words are added

Stuff like that always happens

But in all of this here’s the saddest

You get used to it, now it’s a habit

No one feels the rage inside of you

No one feels the pain

No one can understand

We can’t even complain

The sudden urge to break something

The need to make a change

I didn’t say it was positive

All in all seems very strange

You are not you

You are controlled by rage

And you can’t stop or walk away

You feel a surrounding cage

Every time you are angry

You get possessed by a demon

You are more than just that

But I don’t think that’s something they can believe in