Coping With Anger

I understand I'm no better than the people I hate
When I get irate my heart races and I retaliate
I start to pace I'm faced with a heart full of anger
I'm not a stranger to this stranger fate of labor
I'm paper thin flavored with sin and rage within
A container of gin save or be saved before the tables spin
No angel or djinn. I'm more capable of taking a razor to my wrist
Over fits or kiss a tazer for ever making a wish
Lick sockets with pockets filled with vicodin trips
My talking might stop it in spite of my opposite tips
I'm a shock to the kids who thought I often popped a syringe
Top it again then pass it on with an AIDs positive grin
But I'm locking it in, let it build til it spills like the poisons I drink
It's my choice to sink into the void and remain voiceless, just think
It's pointless to hoist me to the brink til I would raise my fists
The same fists that will someday hold my wife and praise my kids