Fiery like a Raging Volcano and as Deadly as Fire My Rage grew and was put in a mental bottle. My Family didn't care. They enjoyed my stress and my sorrows too dang much. My Nephews knew how to push my buttons as well as the others. Sadly for me, they would soon break the bottle of rage completely. My Temper was like that of a rampaging Dragon or even Death itself for I knew how to use my words against them. Tears of sadness fell to the ground from my eyes as I cried myself to sleep that night. I thought of leaving but never left. But, I did Vow one day I'd get my Justice. Then I fell asleep in the comforting Darkness and warmness that was my Bed at night.