When I get very angry and frustrated, I cry. They aren't
sad tears, though. They are the kind of tears you cry when
you don't know what else to do. The kind of tears you cry
when yelling isn't working. They are hot; filled with built
up frustration. I hate them. I never mean to cry when I am
angry. I always try and stop. But I cannot help but let the
burning tears fall down my cheeks.