Rage

Sometimes I get mad.
But I hold my rage in.
Then I burst into flames
And my world starts to spin
Sometimes I say things
I don't mean to say
But in the midst of my anger
It just comes out that way
They say that i'm mean
Im not very nice
But being used and mistreated
Comes at a high price
You build up a wall
That at any time could crumble
Then they tiptoe around you
So careful, as not to stumble
Im not a bad person I just hold it all in
Then it comes out at bad times
And I tend to lose friends