Battling myself...

Anger. Rage, Frustration. Aggravation. Irritation.
Equals...
STRESS!
Not always sure which way to go with it, and I can't run away from it, so I fight. Back me in a corner, and like a wounded dog, I'm gonna bite, even the very hand that might be trying to help me.
I know this is wrong. I wish it were not so. But it is my most basic instinct. Not something I seem to have much control over, as I've yet to gain control over it after all these years of reacting.
I'm not a bad person. I don't walk around all day seeking what person to inflict evil upon. I have a conscience. I have a heart. I do have compassion.
Yet, wound me and my bite is truly worse than any bark or growl I might utter.
I end up eating a diet which consists mainly of crow. It is not a meal I favor, yet one I've grown so used to, I resign myself to the knowledge that it is my staple, and will continue to be so for as long as I allow myself to fall victim in a corner.

I pray for help from my God. I pray for forgiveness. I pray for positive growth and maturity, a heart ruled by love and compassion instead of a heart oppressed by hurt, filled with anger, retaliatory in rage.
For I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that unless God intervenes and heals me, this 'STRESS' will most surely kill me...