My anger becomes tidier than my honesty

Dear Delyara, That’s what makes it dangerous. It doesn’t look like fire. It looks like control. The tone flattens. The words become efficient. The warmth leaves. And everyone may even praise how calmly I’m handling it, while inside I know what’s really happening is that anger has gone underground where no one has to respond to it properly. I think I’ve spent too much of my life making anger elegant enough to ignore. That has a cost.