Monster

It’s a spark in my mind that lights a fire in my body. Fire is uncontrollable and destroys everything in its path. Anger uses anyone it wants to cause chaos and confusion. With everyone else, anger seems to take over them completely without one slight problem. With me, it’s different. Anger has to fight his way in my body while I fight for him to get out. He clasps my heart and grips my soul. He diminishes my self-control and creates me into the monster that he is. He instills revenge in my mind and sends destruction to my hands. My hands, made to create and yet through them, he wants me to destroy. Anger is possessive, so hard to battle when he commands that I succumb to him. He’s stronger than I am, more aggressive than I want to be, and mass of distorted evil. When he takes over, I’m overwhelmed with the need to hurt someone to break something to make everyone feel my wrath. Anger makes me what he is:a monster.