Anger

A Story by anonnn

I will be completely content. And then it hits. My stomach drops and all those worries come straight up my throat. All the sudden nothing feels right. I feel emptied. As if nothing will turn out okay. I replay pictures in my head of that night I freaked. How the anger wells up so quickly and how I so easily released it through my fist. Punching that wooden telephone pole as if it would solve all my problems. Taking out the anger of 1000 mistreatment's in one punch only to regret it half a second later. I didn’t even feel the pain. Blood trickled from my hand staining my shoes. I only noticed when I felt the liquid ooze onto my fingers and i looked down astonished at what I had done. What I had become. How i let each and every small critique cut my core. Your criticisms seeped into my bones and plagued my conscious. It became all I knew. I believed if i punched that pole hard enough it would shatter this image. It would shatter who i was. The f**k up. The idiot. The obsessed.

But it did nothing but prove your point.