The beast in me.

There's a barking beast in me,
that roars loudly when it breaks free,
and causes mayhem with devilish glee,
there's a beast in me,
that jumps from its unchained cage,
and bellows a mighty blustering rage,
effusing a verbal ranting, raucous rampage,
I loathe the acrimonious angry beast in me,
the pressures of life slowly build,
I just wish I was a bit more chilled,
and the beast could be finally stilled,
its like a ticking time bomb,
that's difficult to quickly calm
it prowls and it growls,
and its face has an ugly scowl,
I wrestle with the beast all night long,
appeasing it with a soothing song,
but before long,
it pounces and trounces the peace,
just looking for a release,
I sit in the corner of darkened rooms,
contemplating the gloom,
will the beast in me,
be my doom,
I plead with it in the light of the day,
not to cause such a frightful fray,
sometimes, I make a little headway,
the beast only barks and never bites,
but has caused many tearful fights,
pride and ego are its petulant parents,
they demand that it take umbrage and vent,
releasing an unstoppable thunderous torrent,
some words are unnecessarily spoken,
leaving innocent souls scared and broken,
I despise the vexatious beast in me, 
when perceived injustice has been caused,
the slighted beast has no time to pause,
and vitriolic words escape its frothing jaws,
the feeble beast can be so sullen and fragile,
trying to reason with it, is sometimes futile,
I long for it to be completely dead and docile,
I hate the simmering and sullen beast in me,
causing emotional mayhem and upheaval,
it must be something primeval,
or am I genetically evil,
they say like father, like son,
he truly was a monstrous mean one,
but his days are long gone,
as I've grown older,
the white haired beast tends to gently smolder,
I'm ashamed of the beast in me,
because I am loved,
the beast is forgiven,
and its seldom snarling rage, overlooked,
one day, I will be free,
when that will be,
we have to wait and see.