It consumes me,

It hurts me.

I fight It,

but lose.

I plead and cry,

but I am now lost;

lost in an endless void.

My actions and words

don’t go unpunished.

I don’t realize until

the damage has been.

I am free until

It swells up inside me once again,

banging and thrashing,

trying to get out.

I try containing It,

But It pushes past my barriers,

past my walls,

and everything I throw at It.

It breaks free,

like I knew would happen.

I try masking it,

but it always shows.

Through the tears I used,

and smiles I faked,

Trying to remove It from my eyes,

It always shows.

It makes more trouble than needed,

It ruins the perfect balance I’ve created.

After the Beast has finished

destroying my quiet world,

It retreats,

satisfied with Itself.

I’m left crying at what It’s done,

my hard work for nothing;

everything ruined.

I pick up all the shattered pieces,

preparing myself for

the next attack.

My anger is all consuming.