A lot of people express rage as anger, but I see it as something more. Rage seeps in your blood, it fills every brain pathway and makes you see red. It burns through your heart and soul and makes you wonder how you ever let your walls down. It goes deep into your veins, pulling out every dark memory you tried so hard to bury and conceal. It rises up, only for you to tamper it down. It retreats from your blood into the darkness of your mind.
Oh but it never goes away. It stays dormant until it's triggered, then it rises again, seeping back in and making your emotions go wild. You lash out, them play damage control and damper it's flames, and the cycle repeats.
But what happens when they cycle repeats too many times?
That's when it explodes, it shoots fire through every bone and ligament, threatening to destroy you if you don't tear down others. They always say that misery loves company, but so does rage. It burns down every bridge you tried so hard to build and floods every well-worn pathway you made. It keeps going, until the storm finally settles into calm. Then you're left empty and regretful, mourning what you lost and vowing to do better next time, saying that there won't even be a next time!
But the rage will return. It always comes back.