Rage

For anger to turn to rage, you need to lose the "n"

N for no.

When you snatched my match, this reptile hatched,

In the nest of my chest out this egg I caressed and incubated,

Since we dated and became related.

A scaled little worm, but hungry as a hole,

Pushing down, oppressing all the anger in my soul,

And since you're gone, there's a lot of it, I accumulate all the hate,

That was created when you stepped through the heavenly gate.

I keep my rage in my skull cage,