"You're still angry at me from yesterday? Your whole body language portrays anger."
"I'm not angry."
"You are."
"I'm hurt."
"Okay, fine. Hurt."
Hurt does not equate to anger. Anger, is a strong feeling of rage. When I'm angry, I snap. I throw things around, I want to hurt things because I'm angry and inflicting pain on others will take the edge away. What I am is hurt. I am in pain. I withdraw within myself because when the air hits me, I bruise.
"You're always angry at me, always angry at the world."
I'm never angry at you. I'm just so disappointed, so pained because you can never understand all these feelings I have because I don't matter to you. You lump all my emotions as anger because that's the easiest to deal with. When you think I'm angry, you turn my anger towards myself because why can't I ever be grateful? But when I tell you I'm not angry but some other emotion, you dismiss it away because you have no idea how to damage control. All my sadness is permeating this house and it's nauseating so you get me to stop but I can't stop because I know now that I'm not someone who matters.
When I'm angry at them, you take on the role of the villain so that my anger will be directed towards you but you forget that you matter to me so it'll never work but you still throw your life away for them, shielding them from my hate and you just show how much you love them and I will lose even if I win because I will never have you throw your life away for me like that and that at the end of the day, whether I win or lose, I will be alone.
