In rage we trust

 Anger corrodes

It will tarnish and rust your happiness
Your contentment and peace will fall apart
Piece by piece
It's tempting to hold on to it
For even as it burns and rots the skin from your hands
It makes you feel strong, justified and righteous
Where otherwise you would feel weak
Hurt, or grief
Fanning the flames of your rage
Mixing the toxins of grudges and resentments
Casting blame and fault
Pouring the acid of your anger
Onto it's deserving subject
Until it dissolves or begs mercy
Allows you to avoid those things you'd
Rather not feel
To ignore those things
You'd rather not see
To deny those things
You wish weren't real