Sometimes the day is not going well, And at work there is a mess, It would seem that everything is as always, But somewhere we fall into a rage. We get irritated, we shout, And everyone around us is guilty, When they ask us, we remain silent, As if we had taken water into our mouth. And our loved ones suffer from us, saturated with our evil, and they are unlikely to tell us about it, neither tomorrow, nor today, nor later. After all, they “should” be strong, And we hardly care that at that moment when we are angry, It’s also hard for someone. After all, we are not interested in feelings, Especially other people, It is more important to find your place, To splash out your “shadows”. And we won’t say “sorry”, Why? After all, we were right? And instead of the phrase “help,” we show our morals. We become hostages of feelings, Without noticing it ourselves, We offend everyone around us, It would seem that we are saving ourselves. And instead of the support we need, We receive in “fees” All the costs of our rage, Having taken the blow.