Anger

My anger can consume me;

boiling,  aggravation.

All I see is red;

dread, inside my head.

It's like I'm not there anymore;

impulsive, rage.

I try to take control;

fury, struggle.

But I don't realize until it's too late;

wrath, intimidation.

Is this who I am?

Dangerous? Out of control?

Let's hope nobody finds out;

stay away, or pray because I may just make you pay.