When I yell, it’s not anyone’s fault. When I throw things, it isn’t because of anyone. When I hit, I’m not meaning to hurt. Anger changes me. I become something that I despise, a monster. I hurt the people closest to me, physically and emotionally. It hurts when I’m like this. I don’t want to be a monster. I need help, but the enemy won’t let me seek it. The enemy whispers lies to...