I’m often surprised by anger

I’m often surprised by my anger.
I made a list of all the things.
 
It’s much longer than I expected.
I’ve let the sun go down on it too often.
 
I’ve not been slow to it often enough.
I’ve not endured annoyances well.
 
I’ve been pressed upon and constricted.
I recognize powerlessness is a lie.
 
I know it hurts me more than you.
I know it still hurts you.
 
I wear it like armour, but paper-thin.
I have no excuses, only regret.
 
I hate its weight, so let it burn.
Let it become ashes, and washed away.