Anger

I am true friends with sadness, goes around with me whenever, wherever I go. I know its not healthy with being mentally incapable to do what "normal" people would say to be normal things. It angers me. Imagine that, anger and sadness put together. Yes, we are now a trio. I will not destroy the world with anger that my dearly parents have given me. I will not let the sadness consume me for which my parents harmed me. I am scarred. With lies? Causing so much anger, why couldn't I just be told truths? Why Do the lies hurt? why Do I laugh? Humor me, I am angry.