Hate the uncontrollable rage that rushes, unbridled, to make my hands and mouth react before my brain registers the actions.
Hate the piercing stares that hunt down the people who have wronged me, when the problem, really, is me.
I don't want to let it control me.
I don't want to let it hurt the people around me; people I respect.
I don't want to let it ruin me.
I try, but it's never good enough.
Feeble efforts to stave off a great tsunami.
Laughable, really; but I have to keep trying.
Gouge out my rage, that I may never again bring ruin.
My mouth, that it may never again utter unkindness.
My eyes, that I may never see you walking away.
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