The Hulk

Rage.
A living, breathing parasite.
Dwelling in me.

The slightest thing will set me off.
And I cannot be controlled.

I destroy everything in my path.

So I lock myself away from stress and strife.
And struggle to continue my life.

But still in the depths of my soul,
The big green monster lives on.
Screaming and clawing at the strength of my composure.

One day it will be free.
And I pity the poor souls near me
When the Other Guy crashes through.