There’s a secret hiding inside her.
She wants everyone to know,
But then again, she doesn’t.

Many parts make up her heart.
With their own names,
They each want their own stage.

The meanest one
Rattles against her iron cage,
She demands they bow to
Her seething rage.

But once you’ve met her,
She can’t be unknown.
Chomping on the bones
Of those she thinks are weak, vile, and mean.

If you’d ask those who’ve met her,
They’d say her head spins in circles.                                     red horns bulge from the sides of her head.

But she’s not needed anymore,
That girl full of unbridled, echoing rage.
So she built herself a cage,
She drove fast,
On her rampage.

Left with the flaming pieces,
She once needed.
What does she do with
The fury she can no longer
Spew out like lava?