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. The multiple tests that I’ve studied my ass for, staying up past midnight on multiple occasions and getting them back and seeing that I failed all of them. How my girlfriend, god I can’t even say her name WITHOUT SEETHING, how she just tossed me to the side and got together with the man she was cheating on me with. Anger continues to stand there calmly. Time seems to be frozen for her as she hasn’t moved a muscle or breathed for a matter of fact. The tentacle figures grew taller, the white and red mixing in with my psyche that was also white and red. I couldn’t hold my fury in any longer. The longer I locked eyes with Anger, the more I wanted to let loose. “CAN I LET IT ALL OUT? CAN I LET ALL THE ANGER OUT AND NOT CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES?” I yelled as my throat began to itch. She continued to stand calmly. She began to fade away as she did some many times before. And the last thing I heard before I SNAPPED was “Go.”