The Anger I Learned to Hide
I learned early that anger scares people. So I buried mine. I trained my face to stay calm even when my chest felt like it was on fire. I laughed when I wanted to scream. I stayed quiet when I wanted to break something. Nobody taught me how to release it, only how to survive with it.
Trust did not come easy. I watched people hurt each other like it was normal. I watched promises get broken without apology. So I promised myself I would never be careless with my heart. I would never hand it over all at once. I would protect it, even if that meant feeling lonely.
At night, when everything went quiet, the anger would sit beside me. Patient. Waiting. I did not know then that hiding pain does not make it disappear. It only teaches it how to grow in silence.
