Rage

It is a disease,

Something to be controlled,

It runs my life,

It surges through my blood,

I can�t control it,

The rage is too strong,

I still fight it,

I wont let it control me,

But at times I feel it cling down,

I feel it come back,

It looks for the arguments,

For the anguish,

For the pain,

It turns it on me,

Grows off me,

The rage inside,

I need help,

I cry for it,

I beg for help,

But only destroy friendships,

Why do I do it?

I don�t know how to ask,

How to accept it,

I don�t know,

Hopefully someone will help,

Hopefully God can help,

I can only pray for it.