the passion of anger

Why is it that
When I see red
My body makes blue
Ready to erupt
And all I can do is shut down
A million things I want to say
But sighs are the only sounds im able to produce
Where does the anger go,
And what should we do with it?

An abundance of energy
But destruction is all I seek
I want to scream and yell
But I worry my reaction will be too much
So I push it down
And cry.