Anger

Who is this?
The person who lives in my skin.
She brings out the worst in me.
Time and time again she makes me sin.
I hear myself screaming,
I constantly try to defy her.
But I have no control,
she is now the master.
Perhaps she means well,
trying to protect me from wrong.
But she still hurts me,
and I'll die before long.
I will die of regret
wishing I had fought her.
But there is no way
to beat my Anger.

By, Ana F.

Another one of my weird ones.