Nesha Jackson
Professor Varlack
English 102
2/17/2014
How it Feels to Be Angry Me
Quiet at first impression, others who do not know me think I am sweet, nice and kind. Little do they know, I was and still am angry. I was so angry to the point where there was no limitations on the hurtful words that came out my mouth towards others. The phrase, "Think before you speak", flew right out the window the day I had realized I was an angry soul. When I say angry soul, I meant everything and everyone angered me. The littlest things could have sent me into a rampage of anger and I do not have the slightest idea why. Almost as if I had become a savage animal raging inside a cage to get out and rip everyone limb from limb. I remember certain confrontations that has opened my eyes and everyone's eyes to how dark my heart had become because of years of suppressed anger.
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