Hidden Anger

Hidden Anger
My mind wonders into lost territory,
Between explosive anger,
Or just plain ticked.
I just want to throw something,
Or hit anything or just scream my lungs out;
But all my rage keeps staying behind glass,
Waiting to be broken.
Behind my facade,
My anger is filling to the brim.
I rather not explode,
But the cork just won't stay on.
Unlike Jekyll with his Hyde,
The evil within.
My heart has a scratch,
That a band-aid can't cover.
Maybe this frown will do,
Before the cork pops,
And anger runs over.