losing it

I start my day off perfectly normal,
Nothing classy and nothing formal.
No worries no pain just a clear mind,
Until someone comes along and wrongs me,
My anger builds and i lose sensability no one needs to worry yet,
I get pushed and shoved by those who wrong me and i re gain sensability,
I grow quiet and stare off into space,
Now is where i should be feared,
Because i may seem calm on the outside,
But on the inside im burning and yearning to rip someone apart,
Swin in their blood drink it to,
Gouge out their eyes,
The anger swirls and swells inside me,
My anger is not to be feared,
It's what lies deeper then my rage and anger that should be feared,
It spreads through me taking over corrupting my mind and clouding my thoughts,
My insanity is taking over,
I see two worlds one that is reality the other what my insanity whats to bring to life,
Bodies mutilated and torn apart the world is in flames,
The targets of my anger and rage bound in front of me,
Ready to be brutally tortured,
Listening to their screams for help,
Then basking in their screams of pain as I tear them apart,
All the while in reality im sittting staring into space,
Muttering of death and fires and murder,
My insanity yanks at me trying to pull me in,
Only two things can stop it,
I take the faster route to sanity,
I light a blunt and smoke the green folowed by a cig,
or i go to sleep and let an insanity filled dream take me over,
I awaken the next morning and I am sane again.