The rage. It flairs from time to time. We have one of those days...for some....it is some of those weeks. You aren't yourself, but it is apart of you. You question if it is your true self or this is you when times get tough. You know you are kind...but a single outburst or lash could discredit all of that. You become cold and reserved, but that kindness is still there. So you lock yourself away in a cage to protect them from you. But the cage is small and uncomfortable. You feel yourself growing more and more unstable. Everything goes red, blood boiling, muscles tensing, mind racing until...you snap. And all they hear is...'LEAVE ME BE'...in a booming roar. You come to. You see the pain and fear on their faces. It's too late...things are happening too fast...just...back in the cage...

Art done by the smooth Zorock