Anger. It gets you absolutely nowhere and everywhere in sight. It leads to no good destination but leaves you to fall in every bad pool flawlessly. It is both your strongest, and weakest emotion. Strong that it hurts others, mentally, emotionally, physically, often spreading its own venom. Weak that it leaves you empty and creates voids bigger than your soul's space is able to compensate.
It is the emotion that wears you thin, yet it is the heaviest. The one that makes you sleep less. Think more. Claim to care less yet invest more of your time into blindly giving a shit. It is the emotion that BLINDS. Blinds people into thinking they are right - or even worse, makes people beat themselves up when they think they are wrong. The emotion that builds, creates, dispenses, and with one hand, destroys. Destroys relationships. Destroys friendships. Destroys people.
It begins deep inside and sometimes crawls out slowly. It begins deep inside and sometimes bursts forth with no warning, yet irrepressible. Yet when you are trying to stay mad for all the wrong reasons, the anger seems to fade, and you are left with the remnants of its children; guilt, confusion, despair. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it leaves you with hope - hope that anger is just a small bump. That anger will not overcome. That anger will not be the difference, and instead the fuel to a better tomorrow.
I swear I'm right, cause right now, being angry ain't my thing. I can't keep angry. I don't do angry. I don't want you angry. I just want angry to pack its shit and leave me the hell alone.
Anger. The emotion that I wish made sense before, during, and after. The emotion that I wish I could figure out to its core. The emotion I wish would just stay away from us, yet it keeps coming in between us, begging us to fail. The emotion that has worn me out thin - but I don't want to wear thin. I want to bare strong. I want to grimace and live through it and survive, to simply enjoy your presence.
Except when I'm angry. That's a different story.
