Under the Anger

Under the anger, a festering wound
Under my bed like a monster it moves
Run like a fox from what ruins my mood
Done and I'm shot and for demons I'm food
Out of my mouth into malice - I'm cruel
Ooze from my nose into illness - achoo!
I could have solved this with solice, it's true
It didn't have to cause chaos and rue
I could have cried, if I'd tried I could choose...
Tears are a way to transcend and transmute