Facing my demons

I see nothing,
I am blind.
I feel nothing,
Brutal and unkind.
I am a ball of raging fire,
Raring to go,
At the person in front of you,
Who may not have a clue.

I do not discriminate,
Between the young and old,
Between men and women,
Between family and friends,
Not even between mothers and others.
A demon behind closed doors,
I am free of all relationships,
Ready to end all of yours.
Free-flowing like an untamed river,
I can make their blood run cold,
And their spines shiver.

Whether you are poor or rich,
I never charge a fee.
But I will be your end too,
If you don't stop me.
I am your end from the start,
To kill my creator slowly is my art.
Either you abandon me,
Or see me become quite a thorn,
You will wish I was never born.

With me, you will always be alone,
Without sleep, always awake,
My tongue is deadlier than fangs of a snake,
Spitting venom with so much zeal,
Causing wounds that never heal,
Ripping apart hearts of steel.

I can be faced by few,
And if I don't tell you,
You will never be able to figure,
That I am the anger...
Inside you.