Anger is the fuel which ignites my soul and burns my core.

It consumes me, engulfing my being, trying to take over, yet

never overcoming me. I struggle on day by day, the anger locked

tight below, but always lingering. Only in brief, fleeting

moments does the anger come to the surface. Fits of intense

rage, pain being dulled, feeling strong, powerful. Most often

vented in the form of breaking and smashing bottles or pieces of

wood. Then after just a short while it subsides, but the anger

always awaits inside me. Waiting for the next quick moment of

release.

Anger is the fire which fuels my heart and burns away at my

soul. It rages on, barely controllable, as if driving on an icy

rode. I could lose traction and go flying over the edge at any

moment.