Song or poem

I am living in the present that seeks nothing but only the things I can grasp. when the time comes you better run fast.
Because theres no where to hide from these three masks.
Don't treat me like trash or my rage will come forth and hit you so fast you'll be telling the nurse you got whiplash.
This is the mask of RAGE it lives off my anger and pain like a demon unleash from it's cage. I cannot control it, but only
unfold it. without warning and time for Morning you will find yourself in state of