Rage is the cold seeping in your bones. The constant ticking in the background.

It's not anger, oh no.
Anger is fire in your veins when someone calls you names. Anger is the storm that brews when people fan the flames.

Rage is the waves from which a betrayal flows.
Rage is the hurricane you can only get through alone. Rage is the seething you feel from within. When anger fades away, rage stays through thick and thin.

It lingers quietly, barely there in your mind. Other things take precedence, but it makes sure you can't unwind.

It seeps in all your relationships, causing distrust and pain.
It has nothing to give, but everything to take.

It's like a devil taunting you, begging for release.
But we must keep it hidden away, and never let it free.

Anger comes with crying, with secrets and regret. Rage is always there, undying, but do not fret.

It will not control you,
unless you fail to see,
that there is beauty in everything,
and it is everything in you that lets you be