Creature of Anger

Well, I finally think that the "teenage hormones" found me yesterday. The ones that are supposed to make you act like a stroppy toddler, that make you feel misunderstood, ignored, and so bloody insane with unexplained anger you want to explode.
Thinking back on it, it was for the most stupid little reasons that I suddenly lost my sense of self control, but they seemed to matter so much last night, and I ended up as a wreck in hysterical tears, barely able to breathe I felt so angry. I've never so much in my life wanted to scream and scream and scream, at the top of my lungs, and kick something hard, again and again until something happened to make me stop feeling so angry.
And at the time, what made me even angrier was the fact I couldn't. I had to respect everyone else, there were other people in the house, so I couldn't scream and kick things. Even in my own room, other people would have been able to hear, and it would have been rude, especially since people were going to sleep at that point. And that made me even more furious. That even at a time when I felt so angry, I STILL had to think about others, I would NEVER be completely free to just let GO! I was STILL trying to gain a hold of myself, whilst the other part of me was saying: "why? WHY are you trying to control yourself? Let go just ONCE in your whole life!!”
And now, now I feel like laughing at myself, if I wasn't so ashamed that is. I feel as if that wasn't just last night that it happened. That had to be some time years ago, when I still went to nursery school, and I would have a tantrum over a biscuit. Because I swear the reasons yesterday were almost as stupid.
Anyway, I remember that during this complete sense of rage, I was aware at one point how I could describe my anger: Like an animal throwing itself wildly against the cage it was contained in, again and again, nearly killing itself with the force it used to try and break out, but it continued anyway. Howling, roaring at the top of its lungs, trying to deafen all who heard. And this morning, thinking back over everything, I remembered this, and I wanted to try and put it in a poem.
Because surely as a poet, you should write something about any strong feelings you have? And I'd definitely say that this was a strong feeling, lol. I wanted to put it in scraps because it isn't any good, but it only seems to let you put pictures in scraps. Instead, I put it in my gallery because it just helps to have something there. To remind me.