anger management problems

my rage is a well oiled machine
its chrome shines and its teeth are bared
there isnt a scratch on it
it is flawless and strong
and willing to take on any foe

my rage is in peak physical condition
it breaths fire and is fuel by your fears
it knows no boundaries
it doesnt get cold
it doesnt feel heat
it doesnt listen to reason
and you cannot tell it to stop

my rage is a bull with horns
protecting an otherwise fragile creature
all it sees is red
and it wants the damage to happen
it wants everything to come crashing down around it
and to burn even the ashes
it breaks bones
chews through wood
it doesnt recognize loved ones or friends
everyone is a target

i keep it in a cage
wrapped in chains
with a big fucking lock
and still it can break through
with ease
it taunts me through the bars
laughs at my weakness
it tells me i need it
that it has gotten me this far
and everything i have
i owe to my rage

its the only lesson ive ever been taught
that i didnt learn was bullshit
its the only thing there for me
when everything else has gone away
it is the greatest weapon ive ever held
and it works every time
like a drug to numb the pain
it gets the job done
and it makes everything go away