Anger

Liliana Spapiel- blog post 8

Rapidly flowing through my veins like a raft flowing through the rapids getting carried every which way and rocking repeatedly back and fourth, up and down. Anger flows through my veins as my blood boils with resentment and overwhelming rage. I try not to scream as I punch the counter with my fists over and over and over again. Anger. Anger is a dangerous thing. As humans we try and contain our anger and not let it take over our bodies. Maybe once in our life time we let the anger get the best of us and we just go on a full out rage. Hitting our pillows, screaming into outr pillows, and even crying into our pillows. It happens. Its just all apart of life. We have our big fit and the next day we wake up and role out of bed and go back and face whatever the thing we were mad at. The reality of it all is that we can only get out true and raw anger only a few times in our lives. Humans society tells us that is not okay to show too much emotion and that if we do we’re hysterical, crazy, or dramatic. Society is what forces us into these breakdowns of complete rage.  Yes, I am angry something, but I am also angry at all the tiny little things that I wasn’t able to be any about before. So why am I completely raging over a tiny little thing, well, its because of what has building up inside of me practically all of my entire life. I do get angry. I get really angry, but so does everybody else. It’s just part of being human.