my anger is not really anger. it's built-up pain. it's the things i stayed quiet about, the moments i let slide, the times i felt hurt but said nothing. it comes out when it gets too heavy to carry alone. it's not about wanting to fight, it's about wanting to be understood. i don't want to push people away, i just don't know how to explain what i feel without breaking down. sometimes i just need someone to sit with me, to listen, to stay calm while i sort through it. my anger is just pain asking to be seen, not something meant to hurt anyone.