Girded With Anger

(Part of the Series:  On The Establishment, Care, and Maintenance of Personal Social Parameters)

Just who do you think you are,
to speak to me like that?
How dare you think that I care
about anything you have to say!
You think you know me?
You believe you “understand” me?
The inhabitants of my reality
have no reference point
in your experience;
they are strange and frightening
(for the most part)
with verbal barbs
to infect and destroy
fragile flesh and feelings.

Leave me alone!
I am trying to protect you from me,
but you keep returning,
pretending that you have a sense
of me, and what I really think.
Acting kind and understanding
will not spare you, should you
dilute my anger, 
and deflect my searing gaze.

Leave me alone!
I have problems with which I must cope:
a moment of quiet, please,
so I may seek resolution.
My anger is my regard for you,
and the desire not to flail out verbally,
hurting you, and scarring the core
of who you can be.
I gird myself in anger
that you may walk in peace.