Reassurance

If I were angry, everyone would see,
Because I've never let my anger go:
I hold my grudges till the veins all show
Across my forehead, and expressively
Denote my feelings of disharmony,
The rage within me rising from below,
Up from my toes, deep as the undertow,
Deep as the ocean, boiling up in me.

So you would know. There wouldn't be a doubt
About the meaning of the sounds I made,
Or why the volume rose as tempers frayed
And quiet chiding rose into a shout
About whatever I was on about.
Oh, no, I loved that little trick you played.