My Anger.

I guess anger really does blind me. I don't know if it blinds anyone else, but it definitely does blind me. The rage I feel, the anger that consumes my body and my mind is just so scary, even for my own self, because I become someone I'm very scared of. The words that come out of mouth, the actions I take is all so full of fuming anger that it scares me. And it doesn't do any good to me, the people I'm with, the person I want to become and the person I am.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

If anything it only makes it all worse. Really worse I mean. Because when the anger subsides, all that's left is melancholy. My anger is not the answer to my problems, its not the solution to the issues I have with people. To expect people to understand my anger is even more stupid, because I definitely am only speaking from my perspective and not the right perspective. Truth is, that's all that anyone can ever even think of doing, even at their very best. And I know all of this so very well. But when my anger consumes me, I become someone who is so far off from the person I aspire of becoming. I feel evil. My body burns, my blood boils and my head almost feels like it is ready to burst any time, when it gets its very first opportunity to do so. And it only lasts a short while. All of that anger lasts a very short while but I still get drained emotionally and mentally. I would want to cry, but god knows what happened to that little ability of mine.

I guess, I just wanted to share this today. A side of me I'm not very proud of but I know for certain exists in me.

Love, peace.