ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.
🌟 It’s the quiet ones. The helpers. The ones who forgive, again and again.
🌟 It’s the ones who swallow their pain to keep the peace.
🌟 It’s the ones who wear a smile even when their soul is screaming.
But here’s the thing about good hearts: they can only take so much.
💔 That anger? It’s like a ticking time bomb.
💔 It’s the years of being overlooked, dismissed, and hurt.
💔 It’s the silent sacrifices that go unnoticed, unappreciated.
When a good heart finally erupts, it’s not just anger. It’s a volcanic explosion of every betrayal, every heartbreak, every moment of silent suffering.
⚡ Beware the anger of a good heart. It’s not born out of hate, but out of a desperate need to protect what remains.
⚡ It’s a cry for justice, for recognition, for a chance to be heard and healed.
⚡ And when that anger speaks, the world should listen.
So to those who carry this silent rage, know this:
❤️ Your anger is valid.
❤️ Your pain is seen.
❤️ Your voice matters.
Use that anger, not to destroy, but to rebuild. To carve out the respect, the love, the understanding you deserve.
And remember, even a good heart has the right to roar. 🗣️🌿
Words and image © Amanda Weston

