Anger Is My Only Resolution

As I have stated that depression is my only expression, I have concluded that anger is my only resolution to this problem. However, this anger of mine is not allowed to blow up the way it should and wants to. So for the sake of others and my dear loved ones, I must suffer even more for all of our sakes. The anger that is bottled up inside grows more and more with every thought I take in. The power to hold it in may not last. The will to keep it steady is dying. Sooner or later, the inner anger will blow up. Like that of a wild beast which lurks around in the shadows at night, sneaking past corners at alleyways, my inner anger seeks revenge, pain, blood, screams of agony, and the joy of hurting. How much longer can I keep this up, I'm really not sure. I just hope that by the time it emerges and shows itself, all those who I care about are far far away. Especially that special someone. To have you see me behave like a beast, like the beast I was from the beginning and since young, it hurts me so dear just to have you watch me with such intense frightened eyes. I hope for the best yet and my worst. Whichever is better.