There Are Moments

There are moments when I'm so angry that it's a good thing the object of my anger is not around, because I'd probably do something rash.

There are moments when I want to grab a person's shoulders and shake them silly because of the damage they are throwing around with their careless words.

There are moments when I can't find the words to reassure the people I love the most, and that hurts.

There are moments when I'm trying to be a good friend, a good listener, to reassure and soothe hurts, and it's hard because I want to go scream at the person who caused the pain.

There are moments when I wish people could see what their words have done, when I wish they could see the damage inflicted by the daggers they throw, meticulously sharpened and carefully aimed.

There are moments when I can't help.

There are moments when I sit, useless, while someone I love cries, and there is nothing that I can do to help them.

There are moments when I'm so angry I could scream, but I have to be the better person, and so I hold it in, because someone I love is hurting.

There are just... moments that stand out to me, when I've been upset on behalf of those I love, and there's nothing I can do to fix it, when I feel useless, and angry at the people who made my dear ones feel this way, and I just don't know what to do.

And I hate those moments.