Sometimes

I thought I would... I would let it go. Just not think about it anymore. I woke up this morning. I woke up in a frenzy. I tried to rush out the door, but it was too late. I stood there. helpless. again. I stood there angry at what I felt I could not control. Inside me again, the anger swirls. She said it was rage. I think she is right. I am angry as I write this. The invisible chains that he is forcing on me. Even if it is in a "joking" way. Even if it is to get a reaction. It's not funny. I am angry.