Anger

I've seen the emotion and I've seen it control a human being to their core. I've watched anger fester growing hotter and hotter as time passed in a man that I took after. Do you know how that feels? To see the anger eat away at a grown mighty man and wonder what it could do to you, such a soft woman. Afraid that my veins will pop out of my neck when I scream. Afraid that I'll start sweating with the festering emotion that takes up every inch of your body. Afraid that I might black out and lose myself in the moment as he so often did. To tear apart everything and everyone around me. I feel it inside me. I start to see red and all I see is destruction. It's like I literally want to rip apart everything and everyone around me. To feel the destruction under my own fingertips. I don't understand it, the anger inside. I turn it to pain because I would rather feel the warmth of tears streaming down my face then know I caused anyone else an ounce of pain. Most say that makes me weak, I say it makes me strong. It makes me strong because I don't allow it to consume me.