Anger is a merciless shape shifter.
It's a wave that wipes away all rational thought.
A switch that randomly flips, flooding my veins with senseless emotion.
A sweet python wrapping around my chest like a hug. It whispers sweet lies and bitter truths. I believe it. The python has tightened, suffocating me, tightening my chest and restricting my air. The python strikes and I lose.
Anger is when I see someone else in the mirror. I don't know who they are or why they're there.
Sometimes anger is a sticky ball, waiting and biding it's time in the corner. I poke it to see what it'll do, and I feel it shift. I back away, afraid.
What happened to my self control? Have I ever had a quiet mind? Who is to blame? Me? My abusers? Both? Will it ever go away?
Maybe it's a good thing. A defense mechanism. A wake up call. An opportunity to prove that I'm stronger than my anger.
But am I really stronger than it? Is leaving the room to avoid conflict the right thing to do? Glaring at someone in the mirror? Writing in the notebook my teacher gave me? Will any of this fix it? Is it even fixable?
How does one battle a shape shifter and win?
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Be true, stay you ❤❤
~Day Dreamer~
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