The Face of Anger

Anger stood in front of me as she had done so many times before. I didn’t have a hold on my temper and she would make frequent visits to my psyche before I decided to let my anger loose. Her red and white polka dot dress clashed with the white and red polka dot tentacle-like figures I would come to dub “Anger’s Chokehold.” She stood there calmly as if she knew why she was there for the umpteenth time this year. She didn’t move or talk. Her eyes pierced my skin and I felt my body temperature begin to rise. The figures grew taller as my eyes begin to ring, and my vision begins to get progressively blurry. She continues to stand there calmly. HOW DOES SHE STAND THERE CALMLY? CAN’T SHE FEEL THE ANGER AS WELL? Her calmness angers me further but I’m still not at my boiling point. And then it hits me all at once. The fact that I’m taken for granted by my family and friends. The fact that Danny, my best friend since grade school, bailing on me and not returning any of my calls. ...