Rage

Rage is a battle
Between what you ought to do
And what is right
Rage is a fire
Burning inside
And out
Rage is possessive
Over your body
Controlling your thoughts
Your sight
Your difference between right and wrong
Is muted as rage comes through the door
Then it laughs as the war wages with no direction
Rage is petty,but bold
I wish…
Rage…
Was (not)…
Wrong…