but this anger didn't come from nowhere. it came from all the love i once had. i gave every bit of love i could offer and poured my heart out, only to be let down time after time. i trusted people and opened myself up completely. i made the choice to let them in, and even told them the things i had never said out loud. but instead of cherishing that, they took advantage of it. i wanted to believe that love could fix things, that people would see my kindness and return it. but i was disrespected, betrayed, and left feeling small so many times. and each time i was hurt, a piece of me changed. now, that warmth inside me has slowly turned cold. the love that used to fill my heart has become anger. and it's the kind of anger that doesn't come from hate, but from pain. a heavy weight that reminds me of all the times i was let down. it's the scar from all the moments i tried and believed in people, only to be pushed away. but one thing is certain: no matter how things turned out, the love i gave was real. so sometimes, i wonder if the love is still there, hidden somewhere deep beneath all the pain. maybe one day, i will find that love again. but for now, all i feel is this anger. and i know this anger didn't come from nowhere. it came from all the love i once had. the love i gave so freely, only to be hurt in return.