Anger's Point Of View
Settled in the background of every encounter, I am present, waiting to spill over. I am observant but hasty when I am released unto the very person or thing that beckoned me. I am anger in the raw, misplaced, and searching for an outlet. Most times I am neither in the right place nor do I come forth at the right time. I run rapidly within the heart and I race through the mind. Even in my absence, people are aware that I may surface at any given time. It seems that I get the best of those who are unsuspecting. I tend to go rogue in situations that calls for my support, my intervention is a fire that's hard to put out. At times, I can be a domino effect, a leader of destruction. Sometimes I am not seen, but I am heard and I am felt. I am misplaced and don’t know how to balance my footing. I want, no I need an understanding. Very few people are inclined to figure me out, but even with them, the perception of me keeps a fraction of them blindfolded. The contentious dialogue of everyone who describes me has rendered me a threat, a missile ready to explode. I can’t explain myself to anyone, as their understanding of me was never meant for a resolution, but more like an action to quiet my storm and redirect my route. I am an earthquake who shakes the the minds of those within my possession. The focus of my wrath is to destroy any sign of good will or happiness that I may come across. I then ask myself, why must I make other people feel uncomfortable? Why am I misplaced? Why am I misunderstood? It’s as if no one wants to get to the gutter of my wreckage but take pride and tell stories of how they fought me with fire in their tone. I am misplaced because I haven’t been acknowledged for the undercurrent of the matter I represent, but I have been exploited and misjudged. How do I not emerge to a day inside the clumsiest person who steps in a noticeable mud puddle of rainwater? How do I stay hidden when I’m at the theater watching a movie but the person in front of me loudly screams at almost every scene? How do I ignore the fact that the piece of tissue that I’d been unknowingly walking around with on the back end of my shoe is stuck with gum? How do I keep silent when I am provoked? Those questions will go unanswered and I will remain present in the person who has misplaced me. The burning that I'm destined to release is sometimes misguided. I am a brewing war in people's minds and hearts. I am a tsunami of emotions that threaten to swallow anyone who carries me whole. I am a contradiction of strength and weakness. Although I am misplaced, I am a well known stranger in this world. I am present in everyone but tamed by no one. I take pride in the ways that I crash through people’s lives, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake. I am a storm that ravages everything in its path without mercy. I am a force to be reckoned with. To learn to control me is to understand me. I am misplaced but I am fair. I am misplaced and I am timeless. I am a reminder of everything that has gone wrong in people’s lives. Where can I begin if I never end? I am a mirage of opinions and misjudgement. I am a trail of fire to some of the most unexpressed and deepest hurts. I am abashedly misplaced, because in this world, I was already determined but not truly explored.
