The Anger

I am always scared,
Of things that bottled up in my heart,
I could have shout it out,
I could have vent out my anger,
My fury and all,
But for all that i could care,
For all that i still remember when i'm sane,
I am naturally like this,
Unable to make the feelings tell,
Just some childish act for some have thought,
I know of things i am capable of,
And i learned it all too well,
Could i be i was preventing accidents to prone,
As i mention by far,
I know it by heart that i'm a monster,
If i forgot who i am in the middle of clutter.