This looks a lot like a mirror

I thought about rage today.  
I understand I'm the cause.    
My curse, of course being
My inability to disconnect.  
Away from the instability  
The unmanageable    
Chaos  
Is not comfortable  
But not uncomfortable  
Sometimes things fall between    
I felt that rage inside  
Climbing it's way up my throat    
Knocking at the back of my cigarette stained teeth  
I know I'm the only one who can tame it.  
My lack of proper dialogue  
To ask for help  
To maintain commitment  
Order  
Is not too comfortable  
But not too uncomfortable  
Sometimes things fall between    
I am rage.    
But I am honest    
when that happens the world becomes honest.    
Just like I become crazy    
when crazy is what I see  
I am the world around me.