Sudden Anger Made by me, for me, and against me. He tries to take the lead without asking if I want to be led. My movements try to fight his orders by cracking my fingers, changing my body position every minute on the screaming chair, pulling out my hair, and biting my nails. Eyes wandering across the room, searching for the safety door, as my body moves with the floor, ending hidden behind the walls when my whole world falls, knowing I answer when he calls.