Children pout.

Children throw tantrums.

Children don't know any better.

Am I one? Someday I pot. Some days my blood boils in an instant, but, between and in a fight, and I one when I act that way? Or, am I mistaking it for repressed anger and depression held back so long that it has become twisted? Is this overreaction, or deep hurt? I wish I knew, I wish I knew. For the question tearing at my mind is, who's right? The sad part it, I'm starting to think they are, maybe, just maybe right.