anger, confusion

I’m angry.
I want to block them all.
I want to forget their names,
their voices,
the way they looked at me
like I was too much.

I don’t want to carry this in my heart.
Anger stays too long
and turns into confusion.
Then silence.
Then numbness.

But I’m not built for numb.
I’m built for feeling—
even when it’s sharp,
even when it stings.

So I breathe.
And remind myself:
This anger?
It's just a messenger.
Telling me where I need healing.