Anger sonnet

Anger is usually a low damper
Its a long scream from a long frustration
And it feels like a brief, fierce mutation
It is a low tramper in your weak head

And fighting rage is a loud struggle
Yet most people just ignore the guggle
The tramper fades and you feel a scamper
Everything you love is now forever gone

Now just accept a new life just began
But you just sit there reminiscing
And everything feels dizzy and fizzy
You were busy and your life was breezy

And yet it wasnt your fault, or was it?
It changed you and you can never go back.