My aggressions, parte secunda

I'm not quite as certain as I was about my aggressions - I've come to feel my aggression is almost like an animal inside me, a beast rather untamed. I'm not sure what to do about it, should I try to tame it or perhaps use it for other things - who knows?
My inner beast, so to speak, feels restless: the feelings I buried, oh, I guess several decades ago, seem to be awakening. I'd much rather not have them awaken. I'd much rather just let the sleeping dogs, or beasts as may be, lie. It seems I don't have much choice.