Discovering Myself.

Why do we act so calm when we are raging inside? Why is it that we let things bother us? It is only when we are hurt, or feel betrayed, or those that we care for are slammed. But how can we be upset with them when we love the slaunderer as well? I wonder if I get that part of me from my Dad. To just keep it inside and keep the peace, but then as soon as you are alone you want to cry, and pace, and can't keep your mind off of it... until I guess you forget, and it is no longer there. Is that the solution? I think I am afraid of the unknown and I hate those who feel they know the answers for me when, how could they because I don't even know half of what I do. And, well, I know nothing.