It’s not nothingness
but it’s not very much of a something.
That calm kind of anger.

I think of what anger should feel like
and react accordingly. 
But inside is that calm kind of anger.

When I hear the rumors
about him ruining my sanctaury
I get that calm kind of anger.

After a fight that’s been repeated a thousand times
where I know I’ll never win.
I get that calm kind of anger. 

With every gutter ball,
every wasted dollar
I get that calm kind of anger. 

Maybe I use it to hide from the pain
to forget how much it hurts.
It being, that calm kind of anger.