Rage

Hey, you all should now what this poem is about. And the thing is is that I wasn't even angry that day...

Anger rushes through the body,
Like a freight train,
Unable to hold itself in,
Springs like a puma,
Charges like a bull.
It pecks and stabs,
Pokes and wounds,
Showing no mercy
For the afflicted ones.
It escalates, starting with
The mind, and finally burning,
The soul.