I lost my temper this morning. It was over something stupid. It didn’t need to happen. I don’t lose it often, but even once in a while is too often. Some days…. I really don’t like myself very much.
MY PERSONAL DEMON
There is a rage inside of me,
Each day I watch it grow,
No matter what or how I try,
I cannot make it go.
I try so hard to keep it in,
To spare those close to me.
The harder I try to suppress,
The worse when it breaks free.
I snarl and shout and sound just like,
I have gone quite insane.
But I’ve no easy reason there,
No illness of the brain.
The guilt may damp the flames of rage,
But I know not for long.
And soon enough I’ll loose my grip,
When something small goes wrong.
I’ll lose control, the rage will win,
Misplaced as it may be.
Another moment I’ve destroyed,
Ashamed that I am me.
I vow that I’ll do better now,
No matter what it takes.
But it always ends up the same,
Can’t learn from my mistakes.
There is a beast inside of me,
It rages on and on.
It does not rest, it will not stop,
‘Til I at last am gone.
Cheers, Winston
