Farce

To all the days that I spent not acting upon my anger, to all the emotions I did not show. I have been wondering if I could ever make up for the time I lost, or ever could get back the pieces of me that once constituted what I called me. When you listen to what caused me to get angry, you would agree to my stand. I knew that anger was a rational response, but I understood that I wouldn't show it, for the world. It would be easy for anyone to say that I was being a pushover, but once you feel what I felt, you may beg to differ. Amidst the monotony of the daily struggle to be a 'better me' for the world, I started to think I found someone I was the 'best' for. I just couldn't get angry or upset, not because I adored and admired him, but because I knew, that the pieces I saw, may not have been mine, but were identical to them, for we both were broken, possibly in a similar fashion. Moreover, I let go of it. Of everytime I got angry, or upset, or annoyed, becau