Your Anger

Your anger made me learn many things. If I hear loud footsteps, I needed to be quiet. Your screaming and yelling taught me to not tell you if I needed help. I learned not to say anything while or after you yell, it only seemed to make things worse. For years I thought I was the source of your anger. But no. You were angry at someone else and took it out on me. And now you are the source of my anger. I was so angry that you took yours out on me. But unlike you, I try to control my anger. I don't scream and shout like you do. I try to forgive. I don't want to be like you. The irony. When I was little I wanted to be just like you. I wanted to do the things you did. But now? Your anger has taken over you. I want nothing to do with you. I do not want to be you. I don't want to be near you. But anywhere I go, you seem to be there. In every loud voice, in every loud shout. Anytime someone yells, to me or not, I hear you, I see you. That is why I work to never be like you. I work on controlling my anger. I work on not taking my anger out on those who do not deserve it. I am me. And I have changed. You are you. And you still have not changed.