Spitting Flames

You know that I am spitting all the fiery flames,
But they can never be controlled or contained
In a cage. I hope that you do not stand too close
As I am a burning forest fire coming your way.
You think I am here to be playing childish games,
But the honest truth is that I will get you chained
And hooked to this rapid beat. The shadow grows
Like weeds in your mind. The anger might stay
And stain fragments of the soul, but it will not
Dissolve or dissipate into nothingness. Apologies
Never work because people are never sorry for
Things they have said or done, especially when
Their blood boils over like an unwatched teapot
And other feelings run at supersonic velocities.
There is no way of turning back once that door
Is slammed shut. I am strong like a thousand men.