i'd never tell you i'm angry
i could never force out the words
i may hide inside my mind
but never would i bring
my worries to light
i am too afraid
as a child, anger was not allowed
never was it okay to speak my mind
or to throw a tantrum and cry
i should be happy, always agree
and so anger was no longer of me
except now
when i find myself fighting
to control my sharp tongue
and morphing my face into indifference
even as the tears flow
i fear that the worst anger
is not of screaming obscenities
or breaking a phone
or throwing a glass of lemonade
but that anger which has been swallowed
for years and years and years
building and bubbling inside
i pray it may never erupt
