The Fire Within

That all too familiar feeling. The pain it evokes. The unobstructed loathing. A burning fire that cannot be quenched but through tears, and it will have its tears. It starts slowly, and grows stronger and stronger each time it comes to visit. That feeling of dread when I feel it coming like nothing I've ever known. The tears spring to my eyes as I try to escape. The heat of the blaze closing in on me, daring me to cry in front of everyone. But I can't. How could I let everyone see me cry, they'd think I was sad, and they'd be wrong. After all, who cries from anger? Seething, I flee the scene, lock myself away until the tidal wave of hate washes away. My face red and sore, my body tired and weary. I've survived this battle, but it'll be back. It always is.