Anger

Anger: a strong feeling of displeasure or hostility.

Ferocious screams echo through the hall
My fist puts a hole straight through the wall.

My head pounds and my muscles twitch,
I just wanna kill some sonofabitch.

I punch my thigh to see if it hurts,
I pull on the fabric of brand new t shirts.

I take out my knife and I stab the table,
My brain is screaming, my thoughts are unstable.

I can't take anymore, control has collapsed.
My anger takes over, my mind'll relapse.

Old emotions and failures pull and tug,
A scowl painted across my pale mug.

So best not to trifle with little ole me,
When anger takes over, you'll have to flee.

Reviews

[richom]

Your final couplet is especially true. None of us are ourselves when angry. Well-constructed and very descriptive. The line beginning "A scowl" could use some work to improve the meter, and repeating the same word ("me" in the last couplet) is not considered a rhyme. I hope you don't mind my pointing out these things--I mean them to be constructive. The poem is otherwise excellent.
I don't want to swamp you with too many reviews at once, so I'll continue reading your back poems in a few days. Richard

[Will]

I don't mind all of the reviews at once. They keep me busy and sharp. I'll go mess with those lines now and see what sticks.

[Baby Ricochet]

I punch my thigh has a typeo. It definitely reads like anger so it gets the point across. Great job Will

[Will]

Nice catch, and thank you for your help, compliment, and reading.

[Rita L. Sev]

Bravo! You have painted a very vivid picture of anger, and how it takes a person out of himself (or herself...) Like what happens when David Banner gets angry... ;) Good flow, well formed rhyme, great message!

[Will]

Thanks a bunch, Rita.