Do you ever feel as though

Rage is a disease

That will take over your body?

That it will twist and contort itself until

It oozes out every

Cavity in you

And infects everyone

Around you until

EVERYONE is angry

And diseased

And emotionally raw

And mentally bleeding?

Do you ever think

That if you don't

Express your inner morbidity,

That if the only side of yourself

You show to the world

Is the sickeningly sweet,

Cotton-candy scented,

Barbie-doll side,

That you will explode

In a puff of pink peppermint smoke

And be gone from

The face of the planet