Before you judge someone about their anger, ask them about their pain !

Before the lightning splits the sky,
Before the thunder rolls on high,
Before you name the flash a crime,
Or mock the storm out of its time,
Pause and look closer at the plain—
Ask not about the rage, but pain.

We see the jagged edge of steel,
The sudden way a soul can reel,
The roaring voice, the clenched-up hand,
The burning words we understand
As simply malice, loud and vain,
Ignoring where the fire began.

For anger is a armored shell,
A sentry at a guarded cell,
A screaming wall, a desperate shield,
The last defense upon the field,
Where someone fights, through wind and rain,
To keep from drowning in their pain.

So do not judge the bitter sound,
Or shattered glass upon the ground,
Until you search the deeper dark,
And find the cinder and the spark.
Beneath the fury, bruised and deep,
There lies a wound too vast to weep.