Why would you think I'm angry?

Pure unadulterated rage.
Just courses through my blood, body throbs, feel the adrenaline rise as the thoughts go round and round in my head, no place to escape. What should be a tiny annoyance becomes an all-encompassing passion, want to rip out their throat, demolish that high and mighty attitude, hurt them. Not just pinch or punch them. Destroy them, injure them so every moment they know they did you wrong, and will be reminded for it every step they take. Not that the realization has ever occurred to them – they've done something that to them is just and fair and honors them, but destroys someone else's self, someone else's view of the world. Oblivious the one goes on, expecting everything and getting it mostly because folks don't know how to withhold from them, the other limps through the day, giving in, giving all, waiting for someone to realize just how injured they are, how they hurt and how badly they feel others have treated them.

Anger is such a screwed up emotion. Everyone has it, no one is supposed to, and you're thought of badly for exposing it yet told not to hold it in as that is damaging as well. Pure rage, and sometimes its more about the helplessness of being angry than it is about the anger itself. What a lousy world we live in.