It consumes me,

It hurts me,

I fight It,

but I lose.

I plead and cry,

but I am now lost,

lost in an endless void.

My actions and words don't go unpunished.

I don't realize until the damage has been done.

I am free until It swells up inside of me.

Banging and thrashing,

trying to get out.

I try to contain It,

but It pushes past my barriers,

past my walls,

past everything I throw at It.

It breaks free,

like I knew would happen.

I try masking It,

but it always shows.

Through the tears that I use,

trying to replace the anger in my eyes,

It seems to show.

It makes more trouble than I need.

It ruins the perfect life I found.

After the Beast is has finished destroying my world,

It retreats,

feeling better.

I'm left crying at what It's done.

My hard work for nothing.

My life meaning,

thrown away.

Anger.