The Beast

I can feel it welling up deep inside me
The frustrations, the anger, the rage
As I try harder to fight it, to focus
I can feel myself slipping further away
Lost in it, consumed by it, my mind loses itself
Till the moment when I can no longer hold on, hold out
The incessant stress forcing the blood pressure higher
The veins showing their true nature
My face can no longer hold it back
My senses overwhelmed from both inside and out
The inner demons I try to hold back release it all at once
The beast is out of his cage
All they can see is the outward rage, veins popping out from my neck to my forehead
What they do not see is the aftershock
The sobbing, the tears, the phrase "I hate you"
Repeated over and over, not in my head but aloud
As the beast tires out till the next time I can no longer bear the stress of holding him in.