The Wolf Mask Invites Itself at the Hip Hop Ball

So that others don't suffer and for pride, I buried my suffering for far too long, in the depths of my being, hoping that one day it would disappear. It never did. My moral pain manifested itself physically and powerfully.
Without much ado, it crept into my life, creating a veritable tsunami. Today, it imposes itself by its constant presence, but Hip Hop rivals it in presence and is at one with the traumas suffered by my body.
What is this evil, malicious and pernicous ?