I wonder if I am a good person some days

I wonder if you knew
What I didn't show you
That in me there is a fire
It rages always and doesn't tire

Spreading across the twisting maze
The paths of my mind are dark ways
I see the things that others don't
I act when most others won't

Violence burns in me sometimes
This poem has horrible rhymes
But I really needed to say
That I regret this every day

I hate this part of my mind
It rises in me to finally find
The fire burning in my veins
Acting to my like binding chains

I pray that you will never see
This inferno inside of me
How do you see something good?
When all in me is kindling and wood

It is strange, the brilliance
As if the flames have a radiance
My intelligence mulitplies with eloquence
All that I see makes sense

Then it crashes and the fury grows near
It is one of very few things which I fear
Do you still love me and my rage?
I do my best to keep it in its cage.
I do my best to keep it in its cage.