sometimes its the little child in your ventral cavity that overwhelmed with storms of emotion becomes flustered & suspended in its gusts, unable to touch ground this youngness of a heart shouts not at the person in front of them but for relief--
a cherub's hand are as soft as your anger so do not judge yourself for your irritation, it is the softest part of you exposed, places you wish to control carrying the phantoms of a hurt done long ago
I think of times when I have been angry and how it the whole situation felt like a perceived attack at the vulnerable parts in me to which I responded to with anger. Sometimes our anger is then indicative of the things we have not healed or the vulnerable spots in us. In that way anger can result in something that helps us grow.
I guess the question really is: Why am I really angry?