Everyone harbors a chapter they don't read aloud—the silent anger that simmers within, unspoken and unacknowledged. This anger isn't voiced because it finds no resonance in engaging with those who lack understanding or empathy. It's a frustration that burns quietly, fueled by the futility of expressing oneself to those who wouldn't comprehend or appreciate its depth.
This silent anger dies within, stifled by the realization that there's no value in unleashing it upon those deemed "dumb." Instead, it becomes a private burden, a weight carried in solitude, its intensity known only to the one who bears it. In the silence of this internal struggle, resilience is forged, and acceptance is found, as one learns to navigate the complexities of human interaction with stoic resolve.
