Copyright, Trish

Anger is very strange inside of me. It is the color red. It is very dark and scary. Pain follows close behind.

If I ever think of feeling anger my body goes numb. I become afraid of the thoughts that follow. My head goes round and round saying anger means violence, anger is bad. Do not feel it, do not feel it are the words I hear. Anger hurt you as a child, and you will hurt others as an adult. I feel myself trying to say something but nothing comes out… The pain, the words, they all stay inside. I feel the hurt, I feel the pain. I turn to the only anger that I know, cutting. Cutting my body and watching myself bleed. I sit on the floor and cry… The pain is now real!


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