I feel this silent anger sitting inside me. It is always there. It will at times escape in a not so silent furry. Afterwards, I shamefully shove those feelings back down into a dark place where I was taught those feelings belong.
For years, I guarded words inside me that I should have let out. Those words are coming out more and more in ways that I am mostly not proud of.
A need is there.
A need to talk about the anger. Or, at the very least to write out the feelings that I have let sit deep inside me for too long. Feelings hidden away so that I can go on lying to myself.
Those feelings lie inside me silently for a week, a month and sometimes even a year until they break out in a rage of emotion I find harder and harder to control.
I have decided to slowly let those feelings out in small healthy doses. Otherwise, I am afraid my life will always be haunted by a silent anger and the pain that goes with it.