Anger is a wave of lava

that flows within the veins;

it builds until the wall breaks down

and nothing else remains.

Anger is a ring of fire

that traps someone within;

it makes you feel caught and hopeless,

until something new begins.

Anger is a stone cold prison

that leaves you feeling drained;

it enters your soul and numbs your mind,

your wrists are bound and chained.

Anger is an endless void,

that swallows happiness whole;

it reels you in and spits you out,

but you know what it stole.

Anger is a lonely room

that confines your every thought;

it betrays your secrets and tells your lies

and leaves you there to rot.

Anger is a quiet bed

that leads to restless sleep;

it quells your thoughts but whispers soft:

"no one can hear you weep."