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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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