Why am I so Angry?

Each day I strive
Strive for the perfection of body, mind, spirit
The journey is fraught with perils,
Injury, glory, learning of life's lessons and those in print
Yet daily I battle the demons of my upbringing
Channeling my mother at times, my father at others,
And still yet... myself... me... I, Of whom
I still don't "know" even after 52+ years
Anger follows me, hunts me, haunts me
I beat it back with a cudgel, yet still I fight anger's welling
Swelling in my mind, chest, and being at times...
so much...That I cry tears of frustration...
At myself for allowing anger to consume me
At the trigger for making me less than I want to be
In general, for I do not know how to keep the anger caged, controlled
Perfection of mind, body, spirit is a lofty goal
One I shall strive for to by last breath,
Taking anger with me
For anger does not define me,
It molds me into the person I see in my mind...
The kind, generous, driven, and fun loving person most folks already see
Anger is my monster under the bed...
To be vanquished as each new level of awareness is achieved
To realize that all I am is not a battle against anger
And the realization that I am not defined by anger,
I am defined by the pursuit of integration of emotions that aid in every day life.