Seeds of Rage

It started out with a burning sensation,
A knot in my stomach
And I swear my heart was on fire
Which increased the temptation.

I carry a prison in my veins
Where I am the prisoner,
A buried rage
As if planting seeds of revenge.
That would one day need harvesting.

I scratched ransom notes on my skin
and sent them to myself
Asking for a priceless price,
But I denied myself
Determined to not give in.

So I shoved my anger into a corner
So it can count to ten,ready or not
And go look for its reason,
I bet it'll find it inside the mirror
While standing in front of it.