Peace within

Tyrent of unexplained anger-
suckling for survival,
as if I were it's mother.

Where did you come from?
For sure you're no child of mine,
Nor were you left upon my doorstep
a sampling of others misdoings.

Then who are you that suckling
upon my life
gives you,
yours?

Why does not myself
sooth you, transform you?
How can I dislodge the pain and anger I feel
becuase you don't deserve that control over me.