It's what I call my anger.
I'm relaxed and the next thing you know,
someone is cursing me out and my blood
boils until it breaks. The venom takes me
over and attacks the person. I may end up
with the person in some court juvinile center.
I have the ability to control it... but it
can be talking to me. It tells me what to do,
and I ignore, since I know something bad
will happen.
